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But there was no answer, though they waited several minutes on the chance of hearing some sound that would indicate Jim's whereabouts. 'If he didn't hear that, observed Tony, 'he can't be within three miles, that's a cert. We'd better separate, I think. They were at the ploughed field by Parker's Spinney now. 'Anybody got a coin? asked Daintree. 'Let's toss for directions.
Daintree is such a good man, and has worked so hard to get up money to begin the rest of the church. He had quite counted upon the chancel being done, and now he is so much disappointed; but, I beg your pardon, this cannot interest you." "But it interests me very much. Why does not somebody put it in this light to Sir John; he would not surely refuse?" "My brother-in-law, Mr.
You never do one single thing from morning till night." "What shall I do? Shall I help you to darn Eustace's socks?" reaching at one of them out of the basket. Mrs. Daintree wrenched it angrily from her hand. "Good gracious! as if you could! What a bungle it would be. Why, I never saw you with a piece of work in your hand in my life. I dare say you could not even thread a needle."
However, he cheered up the moment I showed him the photo of the girl. He asked me first of all where the devil I'd got it. Said he'd lost it somewhere before he was wounded." "Oh, it was his, then?" I said. "Yes," said Daintree, grinning, "it was his. He was particularly anxious to know how I came by it. I didn't tell him, of course. Couldn't give Simcox away, you know. Then Pat began to cheek me.
Smee, I hope?" asked Marion, anxiously. "Nothing to prevent my sister going to stay at the Millers' to morrow?" "Not in the least infectious, Mrs. Daintree, and anybody in the house can go wherever they like, except the child herself, who must be kept in a warm room for two days, when she will probably be quite well again."
But always she was beautiful, always a young queen, even in these poor, fading photographs, that could give but a faint idea of her loveliness to those who knew her not. "She must be very handsome," Eustace Daintree would say heartily, as his wife, with a little natural flush of pride, handed some picture of her young sister across the breakfast-table to him.
Gisburne a most excellent young man; what can a girl want more?" "Dear Mrs. Daintree, does Vera look like a poor clergyman's wife?" said Marion, using unconsciously Vera's own arguments. "Now, Marion, I have no patience with such folly! Whom do you suppose she is to wait for?
I had just decided to go out for a walk by myself when I felt a slap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Daintree. I was uncommonly glad to see him. Daintree and I were friends before the war and I have always found him an amusing companion. He greeted me heartily. "Great luck," he said, "running into you like this. I don't see a single other man I know in the whole crowd.
On the afternoon of the 3rd day of January, therefore, Eustace Daintree drove his sister-in-law over to Shadonake in the open basket pony-carriage, and deposited her and her box safely at the stone-colonnaded door of that most imposing mansion, which she entered exactly ten minutes before the dressing-bell rang, and was conducted almost immediately upstairs to her own room.
Daintree always told her she ought to sell them, a remark which made Vera very angry. Her back was turned to the village and to the lych-gate, and she was looking up at poor Eustace's bug-bear the barn-like chancel. Suddenly somebody came up close behind her and spoke to her. "Can you tell me, please, where the keys of the church are kept?"
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