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'Oh, yes, with Mag in the park. 'Perhaps, Ma'am, you'd let me see him? 'See him? 'Yes, look on him, Ma'am, only for a moment you know. She looked very much surprised, and perhaps a little curious and frightened. 'I hope you haven't heard he's worse, Mr. Dangerfield. Oh, Sir, sure you haven't?
But if I were to sell them myself here, I could get eightpence, or perhaps ninepence each for them. But, you see, a Dangerfield can't go about selling things. Uncle Maurice said I had the makings of a millionaire in me, but a Dangerfield couldn't go into business. It's the family tradition not to. That's what he said." "Perhaps he was only rotting," said Erebus hopefully. "No, he wasn't.
I'm suffering a little pain, Sir; will you be so good as to lend me your assistance? Toole proceeded to his task much more silently than was his wont, and stealing, from time to time, a glance at his noticeable patient with the wild gray eyes, as people peep curiously at what is terrible and repulsive. ''Tis broken, of course, said Dangerfield.
Dangerfield kept Captain Baster waiting; it gave the purple tinge, which was heightening his floridness somewhat painfully, time to fade. When she did come to him, he was further annoyed by the fact that Erebus came too, and with a truculent air announced her intention of accompanying them. Mrs. Dangerfield was surprised; Erebus seldom showed any taste for such a gentle occupation.
It was very pretty and interesting while it lasted, but all things must have an end, especially flirtations. Miss Olive Lawrence has left Woodvale. The season has only started, but she confided to Miss Dangerfield that she was wearied with golf and Woodvale.
I can't mark them places I don't know whether I'm on my head or heels. And he smacked the quarto Prayer-book down upon the folio Bible with a sonorous bang, and glided out, furious, frightened, and taciturn, to the Salmon House. He came upon Dangerfield again only half-a-dozen steps from the turn into the street.
'Pooh! Sir, she must hear it; but you know she might have heard worse, Sir, eh? rejoined Dangerfield. 'True for you, Sir, said the major, suspending the filling of his pipe to direct a quiet glance of significance at Dangerfield, and then closing his eyes with a nod. And just at this point in came Spaight. 'Well, Spaight! 'Well, Sir.
"And you saw no one after you?" "No one," I said. "Well," said Mr. Chiffinch, "a fellow was after you. For when you were gone in he came up to the guard and asked who you were, and by what right you had entered. The lieutenant sent a mail to tell me so, and I met him in the passage as I went out." "Who was the fellow?" "Oh! a man called Dangerfield.
"That looks suspicious, doesn't it, Jack?" "It looks as if they're up to some business that they do not want to be discovered at," came the low reply. "I suppose that Mr. Dangerfield, learning of our presence in the woods, and that we're all from Chester, is afraid that we may take a notion to wander over this way; and he has that guard stationed there to warn us back.
Dangerfield, and old Colonel Bligh, of the Magazine, and honest Major O'Neill, notwithstanding his low spirits. Perhaps they required keeping up; and claret like Colonel Stafford's is consoling. The talk turned, of course, a good deal on Charles Nutter; and Mr.
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