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"Yes, there was a girl, a girl in Midgett's tobacconist's shop his daughter. Carfax ruined her, body and soul . . . ruined her. He boasted of it. Looks like a judgment." "I don't care." Craven sprang up. "Carfax may have done things, but he was a friend of mine, and a good friend. They must catch the man, they must. It's a duty they owe us all. To have such a man as that hanging about.
"It is my turn to tell you something, though it is more than possible that you know it already. Mr. Errol, I am Lady Carfax!" He bowed low. "I did know," he said, in a tone from which all hint of banter had departed. "But I thank you none the less for telling me. I much doubted if you would. And that brings me to my second or is it my third? confession. I did not take you for Mrs.
There was gathering upon him the conviction that in a few minutes, rising from his place, he would cry out to the hall "I, Olva Dune, this afternoon, killed Carfax. You will find his body in the wood." He repeated the words to himself under his breath. "You will find his body in the wood. . . ." "You will find . . ." He finished his beef very quietly and then got up. Craven appealed to him.
"Late last night the car had not returned, and the mother began to wonder. Of course if Lady Carfax hadn't been there it wouldn't have mattered much, but as it was we got anxious, and in the end I posted off to the Manor to know if she had arrived. She had not.
There are other things that have happened since that I needn't bother you with, but I'd like you to understand why I did it." "Oh! my God!" said Bunning. He was trembling from head to foot and his fat hands rattled on the woodwork of the chair and his feet rattled on the floor. "I met Carfax first at my private school -a little, fat dirty boy he was then, and fat and dirty he's been ever since.
In form it was like a great coffee-mill, such as I had seen in London, only a thousand times larger, and with heavy windlass to work it. "Put in a barrow-load of the smoulder," said Uncle Ben to Carfax, "and let them work the crank, for John to understand a thing or two." "At this time of day!" cried Simon Carfax; "and the watching as has been o' late!"
They were already moving away down the corridor. Her voice receded as they went. "But I can't understand any man daring to wink at Lady Carfax; I can't, indeed." "That's just what I complain about," grumbled Major Shirley. "Those wax-candle sort of women never see a joke. What fools they are to leave the place in darkness like this! Can you see where you are going?"
It summed up that fugitive, barricading look in their bright eyes, which, though spoken of in the family as "the Carfax eyes," were in reality far from coming from old Mr. Justice Carfax. They had been his wife's in turn, and had much annoyed a man of his decided character.
He took her fingers gallantly upon his sleeve and touched them with his lips. "Farewell to your most gracious majesty!" he responded. The Hunt Ball was over, and Mrs. Damer, wife of the M.F.H., was standing on the steps of the Carfax Arms, bidding the last members of the Hunt farewell. Nap Errol was assisting her. He often did assist Mrs.
"Unless," he said in a monotonous voice, "something happens within the next few days I’ll begin to feel queer in my head; and if I feel it coming on, I’ll blow my bally nut off. Or somebody’s." And he touched his service automatic in its holster and yawned. After a dead silence: "Buck up," remarked Carfax; "think how our men must feel in Belfort, never letting off their guns.
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