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W. R. Chetwood was indeed the first publisher of Eliza's effusions, but his name was even more strongly associated with the prize which actually fell to his lot. In 1735 Chapman was substituted for Chetwood, and in the last revision Thomas Osborne, then the object of Pope's private antipathy, gained a permanent place as Curll's opponent.
As I told you that day at Chetwood and I mean it still whatever comes to us two, I can never, never marry you." "Not even if I clear this all up?" Cyril asked, with a wistful look. "Not even if you clear this all up," Elma answered seriously. "The difficulty's on MY side, don't you see, not on yours at all.
The publisher of the letters was William Rufus Chetwood, later the prompter at Drury Lane Theatre, but then just commencing bookseller at the sign of Cato's Head, Covent Garden. He had already brought out for Mrs. Haywood the first effort of her genius, a romantic tale entitled "Love in Excess: or, the Fatal Enquiry."
"You have begun to apply to Laura an appellation which she has gained since all this disturbance over athletics among the girls, has arisen. "I can no more than expect," went on Mrs. Belding, seriously, "that, dissatisfied with basketball and the like, the girls will become baseball and football what do you call them, Chetwood? Fans?"
Her mother, Agnes Bradley, quiet, sincere and beautiful to look upon, kept just the check on her gay young daughter that the young girl needed. Billie had a brother, Chetwood Bradley, commonly known as "Chet" a boy as different from his sister as night is from day, yet, in his own more quiet way, extremely attractive.
Of course you want to see them, you poor beggar! The Southwestern will pull you almost up to the door. After the reunion, you hike back here, and we'll get down to the meat of the business." "John," said Warrington, huskily, "you're a man." "Oh, piffle! It's not all John. The old man left word that if you ever turned up again to hang on to you. You were valuable. And there's Miss Chetwood.
It's odd, but I recollect that title. You were at Udaipur during the plague." Warrington brightened. "So that's got about? I happened to be there, working on the prince's railway." "I will send the cable at once. You will doubtless hear from New York in the morning. But you must not see Miss Chetwood again." "You will let me bid her good-by? I admire and respect her more than any other woman.
"For my part," Guy remarked, balancing a fragment of fried sole on his fork as he spoke, "I'm not going all that way down to Chetwood merely to swell Mrs. Holker's triumph." "I wouldn't if I were you," Cyril answered, with quiet incisiveness.
Cyril Waring, thus dismissed, and as in honour bound, hurried up to London with a mind preoccupied by many pressing doubts and misgivings. He thought much of Elma, but he thought much, too, of sundry strange events that had happened of late to his own private fortunes. For one thing he had sold, and sold mysteriously, at a very good price, the picture of Sardanapalus in the glade at Chetwood.
The chair had been vacant since the departure from Mandalay. Evidently the purser had decided to be thorough in regard to her wishes. It would look less conspicuous to make the introduction in this manner. And she wanted to meet this man who had almost made her cry out in astonishment. "Miss Chetwood, Mr. Warrington." This was as far as the purser would unbend.
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