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It might be natural that, her hereditary connection with the Mercerons being disclosed, Mr. Vansittart should discourse of Langbury Court, of the Pool, and of Agatha Merceron; but was it necessary that Victor Sutton should chime in with the whole history of the canoe and Miss Bushell, or joke with Mr.
See also my notes on illustrations for an account of the famous landscape roll painted by him in the style of Wang Wei. Bushell, op. cit., p. 135. Ibid., pp. 135-6, where the picture is reproduced. For the episode of the mangonels constructed by Nestorian mechanics under the directions of Nicolo and Maffeo see Marco Polo, op. cit., pp. 281-2. Marco Polo, op. cit., bk. III, c. I, pp. 321-3.
Merceron?" she asked, glancing up at Charlie, who was puffing happily at a cigar. "Yes," he answered, "I'm very regular." "And did you see anyone? "I saw Millie Bushell." "Miss Bushell's hardly ghost-like, is she?" "We'll," said Charlie meditatively, "I suppose if one was fat oneself one's ghost would be fat, wouldn't it?" Mrs. Marland, letting the problem alone, laughed softly.
There was a shriek from Millie; the canoe swayed, tottered, and upset. In a confused mass, Millie Bushell and Charlie were hurled into the water. Victor and Uncle Van, hardly five yards from the steps, turned in amazement. "Help! help!" screamed Millie. "Help!" echoed Charlie. "I can't hold her up. Victor, come and help me! Uncle Van, come along!" "The devil!" murmured Uncle Van,
Bushell seemed dreadfully disappointed, but when she went on to say how anxious she was that the driver should get Frank and his brother home before dark, he brightened up all of a sudden, and he asked, "Is Frank going back?" and he looked down into Frank's face and smiled, as most people did when they looked into Frank's face, and he asked, "What's the reason Frank couldn't take it?" Mrs.
Marland and Millie Bushell were walking up and down; Charlie was lying in a hammock. A week had passed since the two young men had startled Lady Merceron by their unexpected arrival, and since then the good lady had been doing her best to entertain them; for, as she could not help noticing-, they seemed a little dull.
So homewards and took up a boy that had a lanthorn, that was picking up of rags, and got him to light me home, and had great discourse with him how he could get sometimes three or four bushells of rags in a day, and got 3d. a bushell for them, and many other discourses, what and how many ways there are for poor children to get their livings honestly.
As a matter of fact, William of Rubruck had seen and described it before him. For Marco Polo's account of this custom in the province which he calls 'Kardandan', see op. cit., p. 250. An illustration of it from an album belonging to the close of the Ming dynasty is reproduced in S.W. Bushell, Chinese Art , fig. 134. Marco Polo, op. cit., pp. 21-2.
His partner was there, sure enough, this time, and Frank gave him the money, and told him how he had been so long bringing it. The merchant thanked him, and said he was rather young to be trusted with so much money, but he reckoned Mr. Bushell knew what he was about. "Did he count it when he gave it to you?" he asked. "No, he didn't," said Frank. "Did you?" "I didn't have a chance.
He's got Miss Wallace to comfort him, and I've got nobody to comfort me." "Oh, yes. Miss Bushell." "You know her name?" "Yes and yours your surname, I mean; you told me the other." "That's more than you've done for me." "I told you my name was Agatha." "Ah, but that was a joke. I'd been talking about Agatha Merceron." "Very well. I'm sorry it doesn't satisfy you. If you won't believe me !"
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