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"Which is the more absurd to suspect him, or to assume that the bank-note vanished without hands? forced its own way through the envelope, and disappeared up the chimney in a whirlwind?" asked the officer, bringing sarcasm to his aid. "If the facts are as you have stated, that only the two Channings had access to the letter, the guilt must lie with one of them. Facts are facts, Mr. Galloway." Mr.
She dropped some of her parcels they both went to pick them up. Red in the face, she glared at him. "Really it's too provoking, I know it was Mrs. Henry Wood I wanted." "Perhaps 'East Lynne, or 'The Channings' " "Nonsense don't tell me it was 'Under Two Flags." Finally the woman put both "Under Two Flags" and "East Lynne" into her bag and departed. A silence fell upon the shop.
"Landlord of the Red Lion, Wentfield: The gentleman has never been to the Red Lion, but sometimes orders my Ford car and always pays regularly. "The Stationmaster at Wentfield: A gentleman who keeps himself to himself but very liberal with his money. "Sir Marsham Dykes, of The Chase, Stanning: A damned unsociable churlish fellow. "Mr. Tracy Wentfield, of the Channings, Home Green: A very rude man.
Arthur Channing might have large liabilities upon him, for all that appeared in that court to the contrary. Mr. Butterby handed the seal to the bench, who examined it curiously. "I could have understood this case better had any stranger or strangers approached the letter," observed one of the magistrates, who knew the Channings personally, and greatly respected their high character.
Galloway were eloquent on it, telling Mr. Channing that he must go to Germany, as a point of duty. The Channings themselves were silent; they could not see the way at all clear. When Mr. Yorke was leaving, he beckoned Constance and Arthur into the hall. "Mr. Channing must go," he whispered to them. "Think of all that is at stake! Renewed health, exertion, happiness!
In short, it was one of those slices of luck which do sometimes come unexpectedly in this world. In the soft light of the summer evening, Constance Channing stood under the cedar-tree. A fine old tree was that, the pride of the Channings' garden.
Huntley went out, nodding cordially to Tom as he passed his desk; and the master turned his eyes and his attention on Gerald Yorke. Lady Augusta had hastened from the college school as impetuously as she had entered it. Her errand now was to the Channings. She was eager to show them her grieved astonishment, her vexation to make herself the amende for Roland, so far as she could do so.
Then she found words. "Oh, papa, no! How could you ever have imagined such a thing? You might have known the Channings better. They are above suspicion." "I did know them better at one time, or else you may be sure, young lady, Mr. Hamish would not have been allowed to come here as he did. However, it is cleared up; and I suppose you would like to tell me that I was just a donkey for my pains."
Good soil was there to work upon, as there was in the Channings; but, in the case of the Yorkes, it was allowed to run to waste, or to generate weeds. In short, to do as it pleased. A noisy, scrambling, uncomfortable sort of home was that of the Yorkes; the boys sometimes contending one with another, Lady Augusta often quarrelling with all.
With his gay good humour, and his indulgent, merry-hearted spirit, Hamish Channing was one to earn love as his right, somewhat thoughtless though he was. Thoroughly well, in the highest sense of the term, had the Channings been reared. Not of their own wisdom had Mr. and Mrs. Channing trained their children.
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