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At the foot of the hill, a hundred yards below the clump, lay Great Deeping wood, acre upon acre. It had lately passed, along with the rest of the Great Deeping estate, into the hands of Mr. D'Arcy Rosenheimer, a pudding-faced, but stanch young Briton of the old Pomeranian strain.

It is to be feared that the princess found the kisses sweeter for the ban Erebus had laid on them. No one in the Deepings suspected that the missing princess was on Deeping Knoll. There had been sporadic outbursts of suspicion that the Twins had had a hand in her disappearance. But no one had any reason to suppose that they and the princess had even been acquainted.

For the rest of breakfast he left the conversation to Erebus. The Terror was blessed with a masterly prudence uncommon indeed in a boy of his years. He changed but one of the six postal orders at Little Deeping that would make talk enough and then, having begged a holiday from the vicar, he took the train to Rowington, their market town, ten miles away, taking Erebus with him.

Leofric of Deeping, our guest from East Anglia, will tell you of one who yet defies Norman tyranny, with whom we may unite, under whose banner victory may yet bless the old flag of England." Leofric rose, amidst cheers and demonstrations of applause, somewhat tempered by the gravity of the occasion; nay, a few faint-hearted churls said, "Let us hear what he has to propose before we cheer him."

They got no sight of Wiggins till they came, just beyond the end of the wood, to the lodges of Great Deeping Park; then, half-way up the drive, they saw the keeper and his prey. The keeper held Wiggins with his left hand and wheeled the captured bicycle with his right. The Twins dismounted. Even at that distance they could see the deep dejection of their friend.

A few other people looked on curiously from the lower end of the case. It contained but one exhibit a dirty and dilapidated markoob or slipper of morocco leather that had once been red. "Our latest acquisition, gentlemen," said Mr. Mostyn, the curator, speaking in a low tone to the distinguished Oriental scholars around him. "It has been left to the Institution by the late Professor Deeping.

There the Terror poured valerian on one of the rags and tied it to the bicycle of Erebus. Forthwith she started to trail it to the cats' home. He rode on to Great Deeping and trailed a rag from there through Little Deeping to the cats' home.

You shall 'eem lead to ze wood. 'E shall breeng 'er." Miss Lambart protested that to wander in the Deeping woods with a German count would hardly be proper. "Brobare? What ees 'brobare'?" said the archduke. "Convenable," said Miss Lambart.

They had not gone a hundred yards before a splendid yelling informed them that the strenuous life had again begun. Miss Lambart had supposed that they would return straight to Muttle Deeping Grange with the news of their great discovery. But she found that Sir Maurice had formed other plans. They were both agreed that no consideration was owing to the billowy archduke.

The Terror looked at him with a cold thoughtful eye: "All right," he said. "You can put the stole down to me Master Hyacinth Dangerfield, Colet House, Little Deeping." He began to shovel the money back into the bag. An expression of deep pain spread over the mobile face of Mr. Barker as the coins began to disappear; and he said quickly: "I'm afraid we can't do that, sir.

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