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On the hall table at Esslemont, a letter from his bankers informed the earl of a considerable sum of money paid in to his account in the name of Lord Brailstone. Chumley Potts, hanging at him like a dog without a master since the death of his friend Ambrose, had journeyed down: 'Anxious about you, he said.
The bets against him had simultaneously a see-saw rise. 'Bellows, he appears to have none, was the comment of Chumley Potts. 'Now for training, Chummy! said Lord Fleetwood. 'Chummy! signifying a crow over Potts, rang out of the hollows of Captain Abrane on Lord Brailstone's coach. Carinthia put a hand behind her to Madge. It was grasped, in gratitude for sympathy or in feminine politeness.
"Sothern," said Vance, "in 'Lord Chumley." "Oh, he is so good!" said Mrs. Vance. "He's just the funniest man." "I notice the papers praise it," said Ames. "I haven't any doubt," put in Vance, "but we'll all enjoy it very much." Ames had taken a seat beside Carrie, and accordingly he felt it his bounden duty to pay her some attention.
"Sothern," said Vance, "in 'Lord Chumley." "Oh, he is so good!" said Mrs. Vance. "He's just the funniest man." "I notice the papers praise it," said Ames. "I haven't any doubt," put in Vance, "but we'll all enjoy it very much." Ames had taken a seat beside Carrie, and accordingly he felt it his bounden duty to pay her some attention.
This old lady had a very round red face and very round wide-open surprised blue eyes. Her figure was round, too; she was quite remarkably circular. "Ha, the Aunt!" cried Don, placing his hands affectionately upon her plump shoulders. "Here is our country squirrel come to town." Mrs. Chumley laid down her pen and turned the surprised eyes upon Don.
His wretchedness was due now to the fact that the aforetime huntress refused to be captured. He took a silver cross from a table-drawer and laid it on the pistol-case. 'There, Chummy, he said; that was all; not sermonizing or proselytizing. He was partly comprehended by Chumley Potts, fully a week later.
Some of the things we could get to-day, and perhaps to-morrow you could run along with her and complete the purchases." "I should love it. Dear me!" Into the round blue eyes came suddenly tears of laughter, and Mrs. Chumley became convulsed with silent merriment, glancing helplessly from Don to Flamby. This merriment was contagious; so that ere long all three were behaving quite ridiculously.
"I was with her this morning. She is staying for a while at the cottage. I think she is nearly broken-hearted. From the time that his mother died, when Don was very little, Mrs. Chumley looked after him until he went away to school. You know, don't you? But she is so brave.
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.
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.
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