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Clodd with an air of much politeness, "we shall just have time, if we go now, to catch our solicitor before he leaves his office." Mr. Gladman took up his hat from underneath his chair. "One moment," suggested Mr. Clodd. "I did influence him to make that will. If you don't like it, there's an end of it." "Of course," commenced Mr. Gladman in a mollified tone. "Sit down," suggested Mr. Clodd.
"Got an appointment with young Grindley at three. You stick to it. A spare half-hour now and then that you never miss does wonders. You've got it in you." With these encouraging remarks to Tommy, Clodd disappeared. "Easy for him," muttered Peter bitterly. "Always does have an appointment outside the moment she begins." Tommy appeared to be throwing her very soul into the performance.
"Was beginning to be afraid as you'd tumbled over yerself in your 'urry and 'urt yerself." Mr. Clodd, perceiving Mrs. Postwhistle, decided to abandon method and take No. 7 first. Mr. Clodd was a short, thick-set, bullet-headed young man, with ways that were bustling, and eyes that, though kind, suggested trickiness. "Ah!" said Mr.
Clodd never could understand why he did it never could understand why, from first to last, he always did what Tommy wished him to do; his only consolation being that other folks seemed just as helpless. He rose and, crossing the long room, stood at attention before the large desk, nervousness, to which he was somewhat of a stranger, taking possession of him. "You don't look very clever."
Clodd ask himself whether the life he thinks of when he speaks of forces being alive is animal life, and he will at once see the absurdity of the statement. And if he does not mean animal life, what life does he mean?
"I help him in his work," Tommy relieved his mind by explaining. "In journalistic circles we call it devilling." "I understand," said Mr. Clodd. "And what do you think, Tommy, of the scheme? I may as well start calling you Tommy, because, between you and me, I think the idea will come to something." Tommy fixed her black eyes upon him. She seemed to be looking him right through.
The consequence was that his self-restraint broke down, and before the lady had said half the things she had meant to say, or come within sight of the splendid offer she was going to make on behalf of the Earl of Clodd, Snarley had spoken words and performed actions which caused his benefactress to retreat from the farmyard with her nose in the air, declaring she "would have nothing more to do with the horrid brute."
Smith, who had hitherto remained a silent listener, "our young frent Clodd is right. You haf never quite got over your idea dat she was going to be a boy. You haf taught her de tings a boy should know." "You cut her hair," added Clodd. "I don't," snapped Peter. "You let her have it cut it's the same thing.
Clodd, "The Church Times" and "The Freethinker," are united in battle, though they fight with very different battle cries, the one declaring that the thing is of the devil, while the other is equally clear that it does not exist at all.
'E's as sensible as most men, if that's saying much, the moment 'e's outside the front door; but in the 'ouse well, I suppose the fact is that 'e's a lunatic." "Don't seem no hiding anything from you," Mrs. Postwhistle remarked Mr. Clodd in tones of admiration. "Does he ever get violent?" "Don't know what 'e would be like if 'e 'appened to fancy 'imself something really dangerous," answered Mrs.
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