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Pellew sketched a brief halt in Cavendish Square at half-past three precisely to-morrow afternoon, when Miss Dickenson could "run her eye" through the disintegration of that Egyptian King, without interfering materially with its subsequent delivery at Sir Somebody Something's. It was an elaborate piece of humbug, welcomed with perfect gravity as the solution of a perplexing and difficult problem.
When the scouts came back, they reported that Santa Anna's army was coming straight for San Antonio, several thousand strong. The whole city was at once thrown into a commotion, and it was felt that the garrison could do little or nothing toward defending the place. "We are but a hundred and forty odd strong," said Lieutenant A. M. Dickenson, one of the attachees of the garrison.
His choice completed, he could and did postpone actually striking a match to ask briefly: "Think anything'll come of it?" Miss Dickenson, being a lady and non-smoker, could converse consecutively, as usual. "Come of what, Mr. Pellew? Do you mean come of sending Gwen to London to be out of the young man's way, or come of ... come of the ... the love-affair?" "Well whichever you like! Either both!"
Miss Dickenson spoke as one saturated with experience of refractory lovers, not without a suggestion of having in her youth played a leading part in some such drama. "Well I'm on his side. P'r'aps that's not the right way to put it; I suppose I ought to say their side. Meaning, the young people's, of course! Yes, exactly." "One always takes part against the stern parent."
About five in the morning, intelligence was received from General Dickenson that the front of the enemy was in motion. The troops were immediately put under arms, and Lee was ordered to attack the rear, "unless there should be powerful reasons to the contrary." He was at the same time informed that the rear division would be on its march to support him.
But it kept the servants up, and Miss Dickenson had to apologise to Mr. Norbury.
Dickenson, and then comes The. and Betty Turner, the latter of which is a very pretty girl; and then Creed and his wife, whom I sent for, by my coach. These were my guests, and Mrs. Turner's friend, whom I saw the other day, Mr.
For Mr. Pellew must not miss that train. The carriage may have noticed that it never overtook the Archaeological Congress, which must have walked very quick, unless indeed the two stragglers walked very slow. Miss Dickenson must have dressed for dinner much quicker than they walked along the avenue. For when Mr.
"I say, Dickenson, for the life of me I cannot manage to shoot the old sun with this thing, it only puts my eyes out; and yesterday again my day's work was all wrong somehow or other," said Mr Paul Chandos, a youngster who had just come to sea, to another midshipman who had also not been many months in the Navy.
I shall be in a fearful scrape with Lady Accrington, I know. Why didn't you come to the flower-show?" Thus Miss Dickenson, laying unnecessary stress on the absentees. "I had a headache," says Gwen, "and Gloire de Dijon roses always make my headaches worse.... Yes, it's very funny. Mr. Torrens and I have been boring one another half the afternoon. But I've written some letters.
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