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Updated: July 6, 2025
He had set-to with a will, half hoping to kill his anxiety by dint of heavy bodily exertion. During the course of the morning he had suddenly become aware of Sir Andrew Ffoulkes and of Lord Anthony Dewhurst working not far away from him, and as fine a pair of coalheavers as any shipper could desire.
"That sum you have mentioned, sir," he said, looking to the student, "with £10 added, will save you and me much trouble. The debt to Mr. Reid is £25; and here is a certain paper which gives me the power to do an unpolite thing. You comprehend? I am an advocate for painless operations." "Will you accept the £15?" said Dewhurst, now scarcely able to articulate.
Macaulay kept goal in fine style, and was the captain of the victorious team. The Englishmen chosen to meet the Scotchmen on the occasion were Messrs. Roberts, A. M. Walters, P. M. Walters, N. C. Bailey, G. Howarth, J. Forrest, E. C. Bambridge, W. N. Cobbald, J. Lofthouse, F. Dewhurst, and T. Lindley. Besides the six who are mentioned below, Messrs.
"Nay, citoyenne," he said drily and relentlessly, not heeding that despairing, childlike appeal, which might have melted a heart of stone, "as Lady Blakeney, no one suspects you, and with your help to-night I may who knows? succeed in finally establishing the identity of the Scarlet Pimpernel. . . . You are going to the ball anon. . . . Watch for me there, citoyenne, watch and listen. . . . You can tell me if you hear a chance word or whisper. . . . You can note everyone to whom Sir Andrew Ffoulkes or Lord Antony Dewhurst will speak.
"Ikey's got two other horses in." "Which?" "There's old Jackaroo in the purple and gold, Rushton riding." "Which is the second Dewhurst horse?" "This in the canary. Flibberty-gibbet. Little Boy Braithwaite." "He's only a nipper." "He can ride, though." "They're to nurse the crack through the squeeze." "She'll want nursing." "She's all right if she stands up till Beecher's Brook."
The postmistress, unable to read the code-address, had asked for enlightenment. "Spavin," Joses said; and the secret was out. For all the world knew that Spavin was the code-address of the shady and successful trainer at Dewhurst on the Arunvale side of the Downs. "Who said Jaggers?" came a little voice at his elbow. The fat man turned to find the jockey close behind him.
"May I have the honour," he said with his most elaborate air of courtly deference, "of conducting Mademoiselle to her chaise?" In the doorway just behind him stood His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales chatting with apparent carelessness to Sir Andrew Ffoulkes and Lord Anthony Dewhurst.
As they approached the end of the jetty, they met a lad who had wounded one of these large gulls called Tom Norries, a beautiful creature, with its fine lead-coloured wings and charming snow-white breast, and eye like a diamond. "I will give you a shilling for the bird," said Dewhurst. "But what are you to do with it?" replied the lad. "I would not like it to be killed.
"Rogues and rasqueals!" Old Mat would say with one of his deep sighs. "But whatebber should we do without 'em?" For Putnam's the Three J's had always possessed a particular interest. Their stable was at Dewhurst, just behind Arunvah, at the other end of the South Downs.
Close to him were Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, Lord Anthony Dewhurst, Lord Grenville and perhaps a half score gentlemen, young men about town mostly, gay and giddy butterflies of fashion, who did not even attempt to seek in this strange game of chance any hidden meaning save that it was one of Blakeney's irresponsible pranks.
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