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"I want your permission, dear," he went on, "to go to him. I suppose he calls himself your guardian. If he says no, you are of age. I just want you to believe that I am strong enough to put my arms, around you and to carry you away to my own world and keep you there, although an army of Mr. Fentolin's creatures followed us." She turned, and he saw the great transformation.
Fentolin's home, St. David's Hall." For several moments he made no remark at all. There was something curiously impressive in that sudden sweep up from the sea-line; the strange, miniature mountain standing in the middle of the marshes, with its tree-crowned background; and the long, weather-beaten front of the house turned bravely to the sea. "I never saw anything like it," he declared.
"Is there anything more," the doctor asked, "that can be done for your comfort?" "Nothing at present," Mr. Dunster replied. "My head aches now, but I think that I shall want to leave before three days are up. Are you the doctor in the neighbourhood?" Sarson shook his head. "I am physician to Mr. Fentolin's household," he answered quietly. "I live here. Mr.
"I haven't made up my mind yet, sir," the boy replied. Mr. Fentolin sighed. "Always that lack of initiative," he remarked. "A lack of initiative is one of your worst faults, I am afraid, dear Gerald." The boy looked up quickly. For a moment it seemed as though he were about to make a fierce reply. He met Mr. Fentolin's steady gaze, however, and the words died away upon his lips.
"Come here again in the morning," she whispered. "You will see then. I brought you here to show you the place. It was here that the accident happened." "What accident?" "Mr. Fentolin's," she continued. "It was here that he went over. He was picked up with both his legs broken. They never thought that he would live." Hamel shivered a little.
He started a little as he saw the two whispering together. Gerald addressed him almost apologetically. "We both heard the same sound, Meekins. Is any one ill? It sounded like some one in pain." The man hesitated. Then from behind his shoulder came Mr. Fentolin's still, soft voice. There was a little click, and Meekins, as though obeying an unseen gesture, stepped back. Mr.
He passed along the hall and into his study. Gerald, who was on his way to the dining-room, heard the ring of the telephone bell and the call for the trunk special line. He hesitated for a moment. Then he made his way slowly down towards the study and stood outside the door, listening. In a moment he heard Mr. Fentolin's clear voice, very low yet very penetrating.
"You are the owner of this house I am underneath your roof is that so?" "This is certainly St. David's Hall," Mr. Fentolin replied. "It really appears as though your conclusions were correct." "Then will you tell me why I am kept a prisoner here?" Mr. Fentolin's expression was for a moment clouded. He seemed hurt. "A prisoner," he repeated softly. "My dear Mr.
Fentolin's speech came to an abrupt termination. A convulsive movement of Meekins', an expression of blank amazement on the part of Doctor Sarson, had suddenly checked the words upon his lips. He turned his head quickly in the direction towards which they had been gazing, towards which in fact, at that moment, Meekins, with a low cry, had made a fruitless spring.
Fentolin's in Norwich to-day, and if so, whether I might beg a seat back in case you were returning before the five o'clock train? I came in early this morning to go through some manuscripts at a second-hand bookseller's here, and I have unfortunately missed the train back." Hamel shook his head. "I came in by train myself, or I would have given you a lift back, with pleasure," he said. Mr.
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