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Duncombe's own daughter was over, so that there might be room for her, and she was thankful for the reprieve, which left her able to spend Christmas among the privileges she had only learnt to value just as she was deprived of them. She looked at Mrs. Poynsett, half in curiosity, half in compunction, as she remembered how she had helped to set Cecil against her.
I told Victor I would pay anything to him if he would stay." "And at Compton?" faintly asked Lenore. "Bad enough, they say. Serves 'em right; Mrs. Raymond was as mischievous as Duncombe's wife, but I've not heard for the last two days; there's been no one to send over, and I've had enough to think about of my own." "Who have it there?" she managed to say.
At the sight of his master he nearly dropped the tray. "It's all right," Duncombe said, smiling. "We had a little spill, and I've lost my bag. Pack me some more things quickly." "Very good, sir," Groves answered, and withdrew precipitately. De Bergillac laid his hand upon Duncombe's arm. "There is only one thing, my friend," he said. "I trust that it is Mr.
She left him, and he with no undue haste for the business, after all, was not his own began to follow out his train of thought, in manner much as follows: "This is that old Duncombe's writing 'Dunder-headed Duncombe, as he used to be called in his lifetime, but 'Long-headed Duncombe' afterward. None but his wife knew whether he was a wise man, or a wiseacre.
But she will not see me, and I am no nearer solving the mystery than ever. On the contrary, I know that I am in danger here. It is possible that I may be driven to leave Paris to-night." "You know where she is now?" "Yes." Andrew leaned suddenly over, and his grip was on Duncombe's shoulder like a vise. "Then, by God, you shall tell me!" he said fiercely.
Duncombe's counter was such a rendezvous for noisy people, and Miss Moy was perfectly dreadful, running about forcing things on people and refusing change." "And how is poor Anne enduring?" "Like Christian in Vanity Fair as long as she did endure, for she retired to the spinsters on the back stairs.
But of course you didn't know, Lady Rosamond; a real lady like you wouldn't go prying into what she's no call to, like that fine decked-out body Duncombe's wife, which had best mind her own children, which it is a shame to see stravaging about the place! I know it's her doing, which I told young Mrs.
But how came that coin in Joseph Duncombe's desk? how, unless Joseph Duncombe was concerned in my brother's murder?" This idea, once aroused in the mind of George Jernam, was not to be driven away. It seemed too hideous for reality; but it took possession of his mind, nevertheless, and he sat alone, trying to shut horrible fancies out of his brain, but trying uselessly.
I shall make Rosamond keep you supplied, and you must promise to use them." "Oh yes, I promise." "And never drink anything there. There is to be a public meeting to-morrow, to see whether the cause of this outbreak is not traceable to the water down there." "Mrs. Duncombe's meddling?" "Don't judge without evidence.
Duncombe's restless hands; and the look was intercepted by Lady Tyrrell's eyes, which flashed back sympathetic amusement, with just such a glance as used to pass between them in old times; but the effect was to make the Member's face grave and impassive, and his eyes fix on the papers before him. The next moment Cecil was ardently gazing at Mr.
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