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Already a letter was despatched to a bookseller, who would buy the whole library as it stood. But would he not keep a few volumes? I asked. Surely there could be no objection to a few shelves of books; and how would he live without them? At first he declared vehemently that not a volume should be kept he never wished to see a book again as long as he lived. But Mrs. Christopherson? I urged.
When an article or two had earned enough money for immediate necessities he went off to the British Museum, and then the difficulty was to recall him to profitable exertions. Yet husband and wife had an affection for each other. Mrs Christopherson came from Camberwell, where her father, once upon a time, was the smallest of small butchers.
I let myself be drawn into business I, who knew nothing of such things and there came the black day the black day. We turned to retrace our steps, and walking slowly, with heads bent, came in silence again to the church. 'I wonder whether you have bought any other of my books? asked Christopherson, with his gentle smile, when we had paused as if for leave-taking.
Ross smoothed out its edges with his big hand, and the words became distinct enough; the very brevity of the message was touched with sensationalism. It ran: 'I am your brother. Save me! and there was not another vestige of writing on the paper. 'Purvis has excelled himself, said Ross quietly. 'It's your deal, Christopherson.
Christopherson asked me to come again before long there was no one else, he said, who cared anything about him and I promised to call the next day. I did so, early in the afternoon. Christopherson must have watched for my coming: before I could raise the knocker the door flew open, and his face gleamed such a greeting as astonished me. He grasped my hand in both his. 'The letter has come!
She kept her real affection for her father and Jane Erskine, and lately she had fallen in love which is a different thing with Sir Nigel Christopherson. Kitty stamped her feet in the hall, and then drew off her gloves and came forward to the drawing-room fire, with the big white sheepskin in front of it; and kneeling down before the blaze she told Mr.
For a long time the poor lady had been all but at the end of her strength, and this came as a blow beneath which she sank. 'Your nephew and I have talked about it, I said. 'He thinks that Mr. Christopherson didn't understand what a sacrifice he asked his wife to make. 'I think so too, was the reply. 'But he begins to see it now, I can tell you. He says nothing but.
Kitty Sherard carried a pair of field-glasses on a long strap, and consulted from time to time a little gold-bound pocket-book in which she added up figures with a business-like air. She believed in Ormiston, which Sir Nigel Christopherson was riding, and she had something on Lamplighter as well.
'His weight is right enough, said another manly voice, with a laugh; 'it's extraordinary how a man of his height can ride so light. Christopherson 's a regular bag of bones. 'I wish to goodness they wouldn't talk! said Kitty suddenly under her breath. The two horses came on neck to neck to the last fence but one.
And then she rose to go because she never stayed long at any party, and not even the fact that Nigel Christopherson was going to ride in the last race altered her decision.
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