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Carrington , under the name of "R.T. Cotton," and A Fight with Fortune . Poet, s. of a respectable hatter at Chichester, where he was b. He was ed. at Chichester, Winchester, and Oxf. His is a melancholy career.
"Is it possible?" cried the colonel. "Now, Captain Carrington, are you not joking?" "Ask this gentleman; he was present." The assertion of the captain was immediately corroborated, and the colonel was quite aghast. "Excuse me, gentlemen, I will run immediately that abominable wine. I must go and make a most ample apology. I am bound to do it, as a gentleman, as an officer, and as a man of honour."
Carrington, and who were neither capable of appreciating his merits, nor of deriving pleasure from his refined society, were delighted to find that there was a gay young buck of a Clergyman, just returned from Oxford, who was to occupy the situation of my worthy friend. But, alas, what a contrast!
Manley for the return of that twelve thousand pounds on the ground that it was obtained from the late Lord Loudwater by fraud as it certainly was," said Mr. Carrington, leaning forward with shining eyes and speaking very distinctly. "I see," said Mr. Flexen. But his expression was not hopeful.
The plan was apparently the acme of simplicity: a small town in the west, an attack of heart disease, a body from a medical college dissecting-room shipped in a trunk to Doctor Walker by a colleague in San Francisco, and palmed off for the supposed dead banker. What was simpler? The woman, Nina Carrington, was the cog that slipped. What she only suspected, what she really knew, we never learned.
There was a brief silence during which Bess regarded the Kentuckian with a kind of stolid fearlessness. She was the first to speak. "I reckon you-all have come after Miss Malroy," she observed quietly. "Then you reckon right," answered Carrington. The girl studied him from beneath her level brows. "And you-all think you can take her away from here," she speculated.
I am not apt to speak of myself, or of my youth; but you have evoked the demon, Memory, and I feel a kind of relief in speaking of that long-departed time." "I am deeply interested in all you say, Miss Brewer. Stranger though I am, believe me that my interest is sincere." As Victor Carrington said this, Charlotte Brewer looked at him with a sharp, penetrating glance.
There was a moment of amazed silence, in which the members of the club stared at one another with widened eyes. It was broken very speedily, however, by Mrs. Carrington, who rose to her feet with more activity of movement than was customary to her dignified bearing. "I have the honor," she stated, sharply. Instantly, Mrs. Flynn, the militant suffragette, was up, her face belligerent.
"They are living in Cambridge Terrace," Chedsey was saying. "Would Mr. Ayling like the address?" Ayling wrote down the address Chedsey gave him, and put it away in his pocket, with no more definite idea than that some day, if opportunity offered, he might look her up, for his old friend's sake. He began to inquire about other men Carrington, Farnsby, Blake.
Presently, leading Jasper's bay horse forward, I stooped and held out my hand for Grace to rest her little foot on, and when she swung herself lightly into the saddle, Calvert said: "The sooner we start the better, the trails are positively awful. Contractor Lorimer, you will no doubt take especial care of Miss Carrington."
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