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Nothing in the shape of feathers, in short, was left, except the covering of the head, which resisted his fingers. "There now is Plato's definition of a man personified," said he as he laughed. During all this time a lady looked over the parapet. Dewhurst caught her eye red with anger, but he only laughed the louder. "Now, Hamilton," said he, "you take the bird, and we mount to the platform.
Sir Ralph made no answer, but ascended the steps, and was followed by Dewhurst, heaving a deep sigh, and turning up the whites of his eyes, and by Nicholas, who felt his bosom eased of half its load, and secretly congratulated himself upon getting out of the scrape so easily.
Dewhurst, where you will be right welcome, and call for any refreshment you may desire a glass of good sack, and a slice of venison pasty, on which we have just dined and there is some famous old ale, which I would commend to you, but that I know you care not, any more than myself, for creature comforts. Farewell, reverend sir.
Dewhurst & Sons, of Skipton, and Clark & Co., of Paisley, have produced ready wound "cops" or bobbins of thread for placing direct into shuttles. Thus no winding of bobbins is necessary, and indeed the bobbins themselves are dispensed with. I believe that the slightly increased cost of the thread thus wound is the only present bar to the extensive introduction of ready wound "cops."
You might have said that he had the heart to wing a partridge, to "wing it," a pretty phrase in the mouth of a polite sportsman, who, if a poacher were to break the bones of his leg, would, in his own case, think it a little different. Yes, Dewhurst might have been supposed to be able to "wing a partridge," not to "flay a gull."
Welcome to old England!" said Lord Antony, effusively, as he came eagerly forward with both hands outstretched towards the newcomers. "Ah, you are Lord Antony Dewhurst, I think," said one of the ladies, speaking with a strong foreign accent.
Fayle," he continued, raising his voice, "come in!" A gawky, long-limbed woman stalked in, smiling grimly at Eubank, but with the tail of his eye on the girl in the doorway. Eubank drew back, and the colour faded from his cheeks. He breathed hard, and the pistol in his hand wavered. "Look here," he began. "Let us talk about this." But the Jacobite raised his hand for silence. "Dewhurst!" he cried.
"Lord Antony Dewhurst and Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, after they were pinioned and searched by my spies, were carried by my orders to a lonely house in the Dover Road, which I had rented for the purpose: there they remained close prisoners until this morning. But having found this tiny scrap of paper, my intention was that they should be in London, in time to attend my Lord Grenville's ball.
Lord Anthony Dewhurst, Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, and Lord Hastings, dressed as soldiers of the National Guard, had played their part to perfection. Lord Hastings had presented the order to Santerre, and the three young bucks, at the word of command from their chief, had fallen upon and overpowered the two men whom the commandant of Paris had despatched to look after the prisoners. So far all was well.
I'm sure of my quarry; and," laughing within the teeth, he added, "I'll gull him again." "You're ruined, man," whispered his companion. "The woman is evidently too old, and I am satisfied you will catch some of her wrinkles." A deeper whisper from Dewhurst conveyed to the ear of his friend "I heard the boy call her mother."
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