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Clendon, I fancy that he has been in trouble lately; I mean, that something is worrying him. Yesterday, I heard him sigh as he unlocked his door. He used to sing and whistle; but, for the last few days, he has been quite quiet, and as I came in last evening I heard him walking up and down his room, as men do when they have something on their minds. Do you know his name?" "No," said Mr.
"It is true," said Mr. Clendon, as we must still call him; and he made the admission with an air of resignation and a gesture of regret. "But we have come to talk of your affairs." "Quite so, my lord," said Mr. Jacobs. "Now, Mr. Sydney Green or shall I call you, Mr. Derrick Dene?" Mr. Clendon started slightly and bent his piercing eyes on Derrick, who coloured and bit his lip.
He was living in poverty, working for his living. I knew him at that time." Miriam looked only slightly interested. "You knew him? That's strange." "Yes; it is all very strange," Celia agreed. "It was Mr. Clendon we still call him that; it is so difficult to remember that he is the Marquess and I lived in the same building; we called it 'The Jail'; it was so prison-like."
I answer, secondly, that freethinkers use their understanding, but those who have religion do not; therefore the first have more understanding than the others; witness Toland, Tindal, Gildon , Clendon, Coward, and myself. For, use legs and have legs.
He broke off abruptly and turned away to the window. As the piercing eyes followed him, they grew troubled, the thin lips quivered and the wasted hand that lay on the table closed and unclosed spasmodically. "Will you tell me your name?" asked the low voice. "Mine is Clendon."
Where was he? What was he doing? Oh, if he would only come back and get the message! The polite and amiable cashier at the bank handed over ten bright sovereigns, and with these in the purse clasped in her hand Celia returned to the Buildings, to engage in a fight with Mr. Clendon over the sum which he declared was all that was due to him.
Derrick's eyes dropped, and he drew a long breath; his disappointment was so obvious that Mr. Clendon said: "Is your business with Miss Grant one of importance, may I ask?"
They have arrested him the man I am going to marry " She could get no further. Mr. Clendon looked steadily, piercingly at Derrick; and Derrick, as if answering the look, shook his head slightly and shrugged his shoulders. "Who is this?" demanded the Inspector, impatiently; for, naturally, he was anxious to get his prisoner under lock and key.
"I am afraid I am intruding," said Derrick, still with that deferential note in his voice. "I shall be glad if you can tell me if the young lady is still living above you." "Why do you ask?" said Mr. Clendon. "Forgive me, you have not yet mentioned her name." "I don't know it," said Derrick; "but I may say that I am a friend of hers. I have every reason to be, for she did me a great service.
"I know," he said, with a nod. "It's very rarely that such an advertisement is of any use. Everybody specializes nowadays." Celia rose and went to the window, that he might not see her face. "I am stony-broke," she said. "I haven't a penny; and I'm friendless no, not friendless. How can I thank you, Mr. Clendon! The sight of you to say nothing of the food has has put fresh life into me.
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