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The sight of Timmy Durrant was no sight for him, nothing to set against the sky and worship; far from it. They had quarrelled. Why the right way to open a tin of beef, with Shakespeare on board, under conditions of such splendour, should have turned them to sulky schoolboys, none can tell.
The rooms are shapely, the ceilings high; over the doorways a rose or a ram's skull is carved in the wood. Even the panels, painted in raspberry-coloured paint, have their distinction. Bonamy took up a bill for a hunting-crop. "That seems to be paid," he said. There were Sandra's letters. Mrs. Durrant was taking a party to Greenwich. Lady Rocksbier hoped for the pleasure....
Timmy Durrant in his little room in the Admiralty, going to consult a Blue book, stopped for a moment by the window and observed the placard tied round the lamp-post. Miss Thomas, one of the typists, said to her friend that if the Cabinet was going to sit much longer she should miss her boy outside the Gaiety.
"My house is in a terrible state, now I can tell you." William looked away and tried to keep his face steady. "What do you find to laugh at?" asked the poor father, in the tone of a schoolmaster. "Don't you know I spoke of somebody to you? I believe 't was the very day after the funeral," said William persuasively. "Her name is Maria Durrant."
Her eyes glazed as she looked at the view. "A little village once," she said, "and now grown. ..." She rose, taking her napkin with her, and stood by the window. "Did you quarrel with Timothy?" Clara asked shyly. "I should have." Mrs. Durrant came back from the window. "It gets later and later," she said, sitting upright, and looking down the table. "You ought to be ashamed all of you. Mr.
"Was that true about your uncle becoming a Mohammedan?" asked Timmy Durrant. Jacob had told the story of his Uncle Morty in Durrant's room the night before. "I expect he's feeding the sharks, if the truth were known," said Jacob. "I say, Durrant, there's none left!" he exclaimed, crumpling the bag which had held the cherries, and throwing it into the river.
"Happily we are not governed by the evening papers," said Mr. Salvin. "I never read them," said Miss Eliot. "I know nothing about politics," she added. "The piano is in tune," said Clara, passing them, "but we may have to ask some one to move it for us." "Are they going to dance?" asked Mr. Salvin. "Nobody shall disturb you," said Mrs. Durrant peremptorily as she passed. "Julia Eliot.
Ives Bay, all round the coast. A larger boat, a ten-ton yacht, about the twentieth of June, properly fitted out, Durrant said... "There's the cash difficulty," said Jacob. "I intend to preserve my economic independence," said Jacob stiffly. "My mother said something about going to Harrogate," he said with a little annoyance, feeling the pocket where he kept his letters.
Clutterbuck, you ought to be ashamed." She raised her voice, for Mr. Clutterbuck was deaf. "We ARE ashamed," said a girl. But the old man with the beard went on eating plum tart. Mrs. Durrant laughed and leant back in her chair, as if indulging him. "We put it to you, Mrs. Durrant," said a young man with thick spectacles and a fiery moustache. "I say the conditions were fulfilled.
Thomas Galbraith was by birth Thomas Durrant, but had married an heiress by whom he came into possession of Glashruach, and had, according to previous agreement, taken her name. When she died he mourned her loss as well as he could, but was consoled by feeling himself now first master of both position and possession, when the ladder by which he had attained them was removed.
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