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"Has he prevented it tell me that?" cried Caldegard. And, as if in answer, the bell of Finucane's telephone jarred the nerves of all three men. While he listened to the one-sided interview between the superintendent and the instrument on his table, Caldegard's control was in danger of breaking down altogether. "Hold the line," said Finucane at last. "Dr.
Finucane a very nice, gentle creature, who has lived sweetly through a sad life and we will jog on, I say, and look out for better times, and earn our living decently. You shall have the opera-boxes, and superintend the fashionable intelligence, and break your little heart in the poet's corner.
Finucane took three or four, perhaps five or six, and then volunteered to join Fred Neville in a day's shooting under the rocks. But Fred had not been four years in a cavalry regiment without knowing how to protect himself in such a difficulty as this. "The canoe will only hold myself and the man," said Fred, with perfect simplicity. Mr.
Has important evidence, and a person he wishes to introduce to you. Name o' Bellamy." "Oh, hell!" said Randal, in a voice like his brother's, "fetch him up." The sergeant took no notice, but kept his gaze on the superintendent. Finucane's eyes twinkled. "Fetch him up," he said. "To save time, sir, he's standing outside." "Fetch him in," said Finucane. The sergeant moved himself three inches.
By this time I was beside the carriage. Finucane had now clambered to the box, and regardless of the death and ruin around, bent upon his murderous object, he lifted the light and girlish form above his head, bent backwards as if to give greater impulse to his effort, when, twining my lash around my wrist, I levelled my heavy and loaded hunting-whip at his head.
Thus it was that Finucane, who went to bed at the Temple after the dinner at Dick's, found himself actually with his week's salary intact upon Saturday morning. He gave Mrs.
By the time I reached it he had approached the fire, on the table near which, having deposited the mysterious paper parcels, he was now busily engaged in divesting himself of his great coat; his face was still turned from me, so that I had time to appear employed in divesting myself of my wet drapery before he perceived me; at last the coat was unbuttoned, the gaiters followed, and throwing them carelessly on a chair, he tucked up the skirts of his coat; and spreading himself comfortably a l'Anglais, before the fire, displayed to my wondering and stupified gaze, the pleasant features of Doctor Finucane.
You have read his speeches in the House; it is Lord Rochester." "Lord Fiddlestick," cried out Finucane, from the box. "Sure it's Tom Staples, of the Morning Advertiser, Archer." "Is it?" Archer said, simply. "Well I'm very short-sighted, and upon my word I thought it was Rochester. "You know 'em because you see 'em in the house," growled Finucane.
Doctor Finucane winced a little under the manner in which this was spoken: but returned the fire by asking if the bishop was down lately in that quarter?
George came in, ponderous and unsmiling; picked out the superintendent at once, and thanked him gruffly for admission to the "sanctum"; a word which George chose to please him and succeeded. Sir Gregory pressing himself forward, Finucane was obliged to mumble an introduction. George replied vaguely, saying, "Oh, ah yes, of course!" And then, his eye falling on Randal, he came alive.
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