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Kennedy stood for a moment looking from one to the other. What was there in the motives that actuated them? Was it fear, hate, love, jealousy? "I can serve my two clients only if they yield to me," Craig remarked, quietly. "Don't set that down, Whiting. Which is it yes or no?" Neither Lane nor Miss Euston looked at each other for a moment. "Is it in my hands?" repeated Craig.
With the handle of the door in his hand, however, he paused and came back. "My friend Crawshay," he said, "one word with you." Crawshay turned around. "With pleasure!" "Those henchmen of yours they are so stupid, so flagrantly obvious. I am a good-tempered person, but they irritated me this afternoon at Euston." "What can I do?" Crawshay asked. "However, you must not let them get on your nerves.
"Knew a Doon who kept a big second-hand store in Euston Road and called himself an auctioneer. He bought a small place in Gloucestershire and added an 'e' to his name. Wonder if it's the same?" "I had a cat called Elizabeth once," said Peter Hope. "I don't see what that's got to do with it." "No, of course not," agreed Peter. "But I was rather fond of it.
When, late in the afternoon, we passed Bletchley Station, I bethought me that we should soon be separated, for the London and North-Western train, though an express, was to be stopped at Harrow in order to disgorge its load of returning boys. I began to collect my goods and to prepare myself for the stop, when my friend said, to my great joy, "I see you are alighting. I am going on to Euston.
Snyder Appleby was generally considered by the boys as one of the meanest fellows in Euston, and that is the reason why they called him "Cider Apples"; for those, as everybody knows, are most always the very poorest of the picking. So the name seemed to be appropriate, as well as a happy parody on that to which he was really entitled.
Most of the passengers were below, preparing for dinner, and he had the deck to himself. As he turned on one of his rounds, he saw approaching him the girl of Euston Station, as he mentally termed her. She had his book in her hand. "I have come to beg your pardon," she said. "I see it was your own book I took from you to-day."
Percival, and in the course of a few weeks Joseph found himself regularly established in a business which had the for him novel characteristic of serving the purposes of purity. The manufactory was situated in a by-street on the north of Euston Road: a small concern, but at all events a genuine one.
In an experiment made in October, 1883, one of these engines took the Scotch express from Euston to Carlisle at an average speed, between stations, of 44 miles an hour, the engine, tender, and train weighing 230 tons, with a consumption of 29½ lb. of coal per mile, and an evaporation of 8.5 lb. of water per pound of fuel. Mr.
Brooks' ungloved hand was hanging down as he sat on the box, and I noticed that he kept snapping his fingers as he sat. "That's a very highly nervous man," I said to myself, "and even that little incident has upset him." Brooks' nervousness passed out of my mind altogether when we reached Euston, and I sought in the bustle for my two cousins.
They have been ringing us up all down the line, ever since the special left." "Hamilton Fynes," Euston repeated. "Don't know the name. Where did he come from?" "Off the Lusitania, sir." "But we had a message three hours ago that the Lusitania was not landing her passengers until tomorrow morning," Euston protested. "They let our man off in a tug, sir," was the reply.
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