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"Why, young man," cried Stride in a tone that made old Crossley smile, "you seem to think nothing at all of coincidences. It's very seldom almost never that one hears of so many coincidences happening on this side o' the line all at once don't you see." "I see," returned Red Shirt; "and the same, exactly, may be said of the other side o' the line.
After prolonged discussion of the subject, Mr Crossley returned to town to make inquiries, and the Captain went to take his favourite walk by the sea-shore, where he was wont, when paying a visit to Sealford, to drive the Leathers' little dog half-mad with delight by throwing stones into the sea for Scraggy to go in for which he always did, though he never fetched them out.
Don't forget to impress on your friend the importance of punctuality." Jacob Crossley held out his hand with an expression of affability which was for him quite marvellous. "You're a much better man than I thought!" exclaimed Charlie, grasping the proffered hand with a fervour that caused the other to wince.
She would not, she declared, lose money that belonged to her fatherless boy. "If none of the rest of you dare," she said, "Jim and I dare. Back we will go, the way we came, and small thanks to you big, hulking, chicken-hearted men! We'll have that chest open, if we die for it. And I'll thank you for that bag, Mrs. Crossley, to bring back our lawful money in."
The gunpowder plot, seven years earlier, no doubt gave direction to this plan, or, perhaps it would be better to say, gave the idea to those who confessed the plan. James Crossley seems to believe that there was "some scintilla of truth" behind the story. See his edition of Potts, notes, p. 40. Among those who never confessed seems to have been Chattox's daughter, Anne Redfearne.
Crossley was always intending to resume the giddy ways of the years before he became a great man, but was always so far behind in the important things to be done and done at once that he was forced to put off. However, his neckties and his shirts and his flirtations, untrustworthy eyes kept him a reputation for being one of the worst cases in Broadway.
"Ass that I was to speak of it to her at all," muttered Mr Crossley, walking up and down the room with spectacles on forehead, and with both hands in his trousers-pockets creating disturbance among the keys and coppers. "I might have known that she could not hold her tongue. It would never do to let Mrs Brooke remain on the tenter-hooks till Stride comes home to clear the matter up.
Still, the delay had one advantage she could prepare the details of her plan. So, instead of going to the office of the theatrical manager Crossley, the most successful producer of light, musical pieces of all kinds she went to call on several of the girls she knew who were more or less in touch with matters theatrical.
Then again, on September 28, 1897, the Yerkes 40-inch disclosed it to him as a mere shimmer at the last limit of visibility; and it came out in three diffuse patches on plates to which, on December 6 and 27, 1899, Keeler gave prolonged exposures with the Crossley reflector.
"You've yet to larn, sir, that we don't take as long to fix up a town hereaway as you do in the old country," remarked Hunky Ben, as old Jacob Crossley ambled up on the staid creature which we have already introduced as Wheelbarrow. Waving his hand with enthusiasm the old gentleman exclaimed, "Glorious!"
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