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"P. H. What do you think of this terrable war it is shocking i have just Got the news that a cousin of mine is wounded and he is at Clacton on sea he is a Sergt in the 1th Coldstreams Gds got a wife and 4 Children i have been on the sick list this Last 17 days suffering from Rumitism but i am better London is very quiet Especially at Night the Pubs Close at 11 m. and half the Lights in the streets are out surch Lights flashing all round 2 on hyde Park Corner 2 Lambert Bridge 2 War office dear Friend i hope i shall have the Pleasure to receive a Letter from you before long Now i think that this is all i have to say at present so will close with my best respects to you your
Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically.
Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford's affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause.
Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary's direction: "She's doing more for the cause than any of us. She's giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances " she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs.
May I ask whether you were born in this part of the country?" "At Clacton, Miss Ingate," answered Mr. Cowl imperturbably. "I knew it," said Miss Ingate, and the corners of her lips went sardonically down. "Please don't trouble to come downstairs," said Mr. Cowl. "My bag is packed. I have tipped the parlourmaid, and there is just time to catch the train."
And yet, not in her words, perhaps, but in her voice, in her face, in her attitude, there were signs of a soft brooding spirit, of a sensibility unblunted and profound, playing over her thoughts and deeds, and investing her manner with an habitual gentleness. The arguments and phrases of Mr. Clacton fell flat against such armor.
"It's dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one's efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can't. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that ALL squares should be open to EVERY ONE. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner.
There are Canterbury Pilgrims every Sunday in summer who start from close to the old Tabard, only they go by the South-Eastern Railway and come back the same day for five shillings. And, what is more, they are just the same sort of people. If they do not go to Canterbury they go by the Clacton Belle to Clacton-on-Sea.
"The night the 'Clacton Schottische' was danced for the first time," replied Poulter. "And what do you think the refreshments was contracted at a 'ead?" asked Miss Nippett. "Give it up," replied Mavis. "Why, no less than three shillin's, wasn't it, Mr Poulter?" "True enough," replied Mr Poulter.
And you guard your mistress well, don't you, Sailor? You see that wicked men don't break into her larder when she's out at HER work helping poor souls who have lost their way.... But we're late we must begin!" and scattering the rest of the water indiscriminately over the floor, she hurried Mary into the committee-room. Mr. Clacton was in his glory.
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