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She was in awe of him: notwithstanding which, clearly she meant to win and pull him over. He did not dislike her for it; she might use her weapons to play her game; and that she should bewitch men a, man like Morsfield was not wonderful. On the other hand, her conquest of Mrs. Lawrence Finchley scored tellingly: that was unaccountably queer. What did Mrs.
Kit for it happens at this juncture, not only that we have breathing time to follow his fortunes, but that the necessities of these adventures so adapt themselves to our ease and inclination as to call upon us imperatively to pursue the track we most desire to take Kit, while the matters treated of in the last fifteen chapters were yet in progress, was, as the reader may suppose, gradually familiarising himself more and more with Mr and Mrs Garland, Mr Abel, the pony, and Barbara, and gradually coming to consider them one and all as his particular private friends, and Abel Cottage, Finchley, as his own proper home.
Lawrence Finchley had spoken of it, and Aminta had acquiesced; in the gravely simple manner of women who may be thinking of it much more intently than the vivacious prattler.
Tarne, accustomed, mayhap, to the roar and bustle of King's Norton, found the farm at Finchley a trifle dull and lonely, not that in a few days after a funeral she could expect any excessive display of life or frivolity, and, oppressed a bit that evening, was a trifle nervous as to the whereabouts of her future son-in-law, who had faithfully promised to be home a clear hour and a half before the present time, and whose word might be always taken to be as good as his bond.
There were a good many Pemberthys scattered about the home and midland counties, but it was generally understood in the family that the head of the clan, as it were, lived at Maythorpe Farm, near Finchley, and here the Pemberthys would forgather on any great occasion, such as a marriage, a funeral, or a christening, the funeral taking precedence for numbers.
Even Mr Goble, anxious as he was to overlook their deficiencies, could not persuade himself that in their ranks stood even an adequate Lord Finchley. And then, just as a cold reaction from his fervid mood was about to set in, he perceived that Providence had been good to him.
"But," cried I, "isn't it your lordship's house?" He laughed, the merriest laugh in all the world. "I was never there in my life," says he; "now get on, for heaven's sake, or you'll have the morning here." I hadn't a word for this, and, wondering whether I had gone dotty or he, I let the Daimler out and drove straight up Baker Street, through the Park and out on to the Finchley Road.
What he heard, on the whole, was very like this 'hubble-bubble-rubble-dubble the great match of shuttlecock played between the gentlemen of the north and those of hubble-bubble the Methodist persuasion; but ha-ha-ha! a squeeze of a lemon rubble-dubble ha-ha-ha! wicked man hubble-bubble force-meat balls and yolks of eggs rubble-dubble musket balls from a steel cross-bow upon my hubble-bubble throwing a sheep's eye ha-ha-ha rubble-dubble at the two remaining heads on Temple Bar hubble-bubble and the duke left by his will rubble-dubble a quid of tobacco in a brass snuff-box hubble-bubble and my Lady Rostrevor's very sweet upon rubble-dubble old Alderman Wallop of John's-lane hubble-bubble ha-ha-ha from Jericho to Bethany, where David, Joab, and rubble-dubble the whole party upset in the mud in a chaise marine and hubble-bubble shake a little white pepper over them and rubble-dubble his name is Solomon hubble-bubble ha-ha-ha the poor old thing dying of cold, and not a stitch of clothes to cover her nakedness rubble-dubble play or pay, on Finchley Common hubble-bubble most melancholy truly ha-ha-ha! rubble-dubble and old Lady Ruth is ready to swear she never hubble-bubble served High Sheriff for the county of Down in the reign of Queen Anne rubble-dubble and Dr. and Mrs.
Turpin and Bradshaw beset the Great North Road; Duval, Macheath, Maclean, and hundreds of notorious highwaymen infested Hounslow Heath, Finchley Common, Shooter's Hill, and all the approaches to the metropolis.
It was at this stage in its history, when its surroundings were more rural than it is possible to imagine to-day, that the tavern was depicted by Hogarth in his "March to Finchley" plate.
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