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"I thought the matter needed attention," Blake rejoined, lighting a cigar. On the evening after Mrs. Chudleigh's visit, Challoner sent for Blake, who had just returned from an afternoon's shooting with Foster. The Colonel was sitting in a big leather chair near a good fire, but he had a heavy rug wrapped about him. "Had you good sport?" he asked.
Chudleigh's opportunity would be gone, and it might be some time before she found another, while her business brooked no delay. It was, however, fortunate that she and her companion could not be plainly seen from the road because there were some bushes in the way and a tall thicket close by formed a background against which their figures would not show. After a few moments Mrs.
"Joan," said I, "this is Billy Pottery, a good mariner and friend of mine: and as deaf as a haddock." Billy made a leg; and as I pointed to the road where the cavalry had just disappeared, went on with a nod "That's so: old Sir G'arge Chudleigh's troop o' horse sent off to Bodmin to seize the High Sheriff and his posse there. Two hour agone I spied 'em, and ha' been ever since playin' spy."
Her very blushes, of which the memory set his blasé blood dancing to a faster time, were a character in themselves. But he wondered. She had made such advances, been so friendly, dropped such hints he wondered. He was fresh from the masquerades, from Mrs. Cornely's assemblies, Lord March's converse, the Chudleigh's fantasies; the girl had made an appointment he wondered.
"On the contrary, I think you would have been as good to your slaves as you are to your friends." His eyes met hers quietly. "Thank you. That was kind of you. And as to giving orders, and getting one's way, don't suppose I let Chudleigh's estate go to ruin! It's only" he hesitated "the small personal tyrannies of every day that I'd like to minimize. They brutalize half the fellows I know."
Admitting that a hint might have been intended for Millicent's benefit, Mrs. Chudleigh's boldness in laying claim to the man by suggesting that she had come out for his sake was puzzling. It was not in good taste, but although Mrs. Chudleigh's position was assured, there was something of the audacity of the adventuress about her.
Chudleigh's, although it was more cleverly worked out, but there was nothing to be learned from Challoner's expression. He was now not dealing with a woman who had the excuse that she was acting in her lover's interest. "Your suggestions are plausible, but you can't seriously expect me to attach much weight to them," he remarked.
"I am curious," she said, smiling "very curious. Sir Wilfrid, for instance, talks of going down to stay with you?" "Why not? He'd come off extremely well. There's an ex-butler, and an ex-cook of Chudleigh's settled in the village. When I have a visitor, they come in and take possession. We live like fighting-cocks." "So nobody knows that, in general, you live like a workman?"
It must be Sir George Chudleigh's cavalry returning, on news of their comrades' defeat, and we were riding straight toward them, as into a trap. Now what could have made me forgetful of this danger I cannot explain, unless it be that our thorough victory over the rebels had given me the notion that the country behind us was clear of foes.
Chudleigh's suggestion first." Blake began to move the pieces. "The Ghazees rolled straight over our first line; my mine, which might have checked them, wouldn't go off; a broken circuit in the firing wires, I suppose. We were hustled out of the trenches; it was too dark for effective rifle fire." "The trench the second detachment held should have been difficult to rush."
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