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"That will come, Fanny," said Mrs. Fenwick, "if she once be allowed to sit at table with him." "Of course it will come," said the Vicar. "In a week or two you will find that she is his favourite." "She was the favourite with us all, sir, once," said Fanny, "and may God send that it shall be so again. A winsome thing like her is made to be loved. You'll come and see her, Mr. Fenwick, some day?" Mr.
"O Lard!" he said again, "'tis nothing, sir. My apologies to you, sir." I bowed to him civilly again, and passed on; but as I knocked upon Mr. Fenwick's door, I saw that he was staring after me, from the entrance to that same passage from which he had come. My second adventure was that, upon coming upstairs, I found that in the chamber with Mr. Fenwick were the mother and sister of Mr.
Fenwick, Packer, with the assistance of Mr. Puddleham; and the Marquis, though he had in some sort authorised the plan, had in truth thought very little about it. When the Vicar spoke of the lasting injury to the Vicarage, and when Lord Trowbridge remembered that he owned two thousand and two acres within the parish, as Mr.
"I have been to New York since I saw you." "Ah! and seen Mr. Fenwick again?" "Yes." "Did you mention the report of Lyon's return?" "I did." "How did it strike him?" "As preposterous, of course." "He did not credit the story?" "Not he." "Well, I hope, for your sake, that all will come out right." "Never fear." "By-the-way," said Mr. Brainard, "what do you really know about Fenwick?
He had the air of one who is waiting for something; possibly he was waiting for the parcel which had been the means of breeding last night's disturbance in the billiard-room. Anyway, Vera noticed that Fenwick was very busy up and downstairs, and that all his parasites had gathered in the little room at the end of the corridor. For the present, at any rate, Vera's curiosity was satisfied.
Fleming and Lord Engleton were following with Mrs. Fenwick." "There is safety in numbers, at any rate, but I am distressed about her. It is all very well what she says, about not allowing her woman's sole weapon to be wrenched from her, but she can't use it in this way, safely. One can't play with human emotions without coming to grief."
The lady, though separated from her lord, lived in a style suitable to her rank, and associated with many women of fashion, among others, with Lady Mary Fenwick, and with a relation of Lady Mary, named Elizabeth Lawson. By the instrumentality of the Duchess, Monmouth conveyed to the prisoner several papers containing suggestions framed with much art.
Fenwick," said the man. "I hope not; but do you come along with me quietly, or I'll smash something else. I'll hit you on the head if you attempt to move away. What were you doing here?" Brattle made no answer, but walked along towards the house at the parson's left hand, the parson holding him the while by the neck of his jacket, and swinging the life-preserver in his right hand.
"That's better than millionaire Daxtel's distance of seven thousand one hundred and five feet," remarked the lad, with a smile, "and it breaks Jackson's climb of seven thousand three hundred and three feet, which is pretty good for your machine, Mr. Fenwick." "Do you really think so?" asked the pleased inventor. "Yes.
"Well?" said the Squire, as soon as they were out in the Close, asking his friend as to his decision. "It's a very knotty point," said Fenwick. "I don't much like my uncle's tone," said the Squire; "I never do. But I think he is right." "I won't say but what he may be." "It'll have to come down, Frank," said the Squire. "No doubt, some day.
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