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So cleverly, easily, dancingly did he perform the double knock and the retreat, that Chumley Potts was moved to forget his wagers and exclaim: 'Racket-ball, by Jove! 'If he doesn't let the fellow fib the wind out of him, Mallard addressed his own crab eyeballs. Lord Fleetwood heard and said coolly: 'Tightstrung. I kept him fasting since he earned his breakfast.
And won't be till supper-time. But, I say, Fleet, how the deuce? funny sort of proceeding! You haven't introduced me. 'The lady bears my name, Mr. Chumley Potts. With a bow to the lady's profile and a mention of a glimpse at Baden, Potts ejaculated: 'It happened this morning? 'You allude to the marriage. It happened this morning. 'How do I get to Canleys? 'I drive you.
He 'couldn't help thinking of what is going to happen to us after it all': and 'Brosey knows now! was followed by a twitch of one cheek and the ejaculation 'Forever! Fleetwood alive and Ambrose dead were plucking the startled worldling to a peep over the verge into our abyss; and the young lord's evident doing of the same commanded Chumley Potts' imitation of him under the cloud Ambrose had become for both of them.
On that subject, she merely said, as soon as they were alone together: 'You seem to have had the lion's share of the parting. 'Yes, we passed Mr. Chumley Potts, was Henrietta's immediate answer; and her reference to him disarmed Livia.
"Yes, it is Don, and this is Flamby. Come here, dear, and let me look at you." Flamby advanced swiftly, holding out her hand, which Mrs. Chumley took, and the other as well, drawing her close and kissing her on the cheek in the simple, natural manner of a mother. Then Mrs. Chumley held her at arms' length, surveying her, and began to muse aloud. "She is very pretty, Don," she said.
Chumley, you would go because you were sorry for all the poor wounded, I know. It would have been just the same when you were eighteen, and that's why I think you are so wonderful." Mrs. Chumley became the victim of silent merriment, from which she recovered but slowly. "You are a really extraordinary child, dear," she said.
The earl's handsome figure, fine style, and contrasting sobriety heightened the burlesque of his call to admiration of a shop where Whitechapel would sit in state- according to the fiction so closely under the lee of fact that they were not strictly divisible. Moreover, Sarah Winch, whom Chumley Potts drew into conversation, said, he vowed, she came up West from Whitechapel.
"That was why I suggested coming here, because I knew all the time of course that Mrs. Chumley was away." They entered The Hostel, deserted as it usually was at that hour of the day, passing into the courtyard, which already was gay with the flowers of early spring.
It soothed him during his march to and away from Ambrose Mallard's grave; where it seemed to him curious and even pitiable that Chumley Potts should be so inconsolably shaken. Well, and if the priests have the secret of strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity, why not go to the priests, Chummy?
Chumley tearfully. "So many girls seem to be able to swear nowadays. No doubt they find it a great relief." "I am so sorry," said Flamby breathlessly. "I had really made up my mind never to swear again and never to say things in Latin or quote Shakespeare; but it's very hard for me." "It must be, dear. Quite agree. I once tried to make up my mind never to give money to blind beggars again.
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