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Delia picked it up, read it to her father, who didn't understand it, and kept it in her possession, poring over it as Mr. Flack had seen her pore over the cards that were left while she was out or over the registers of American travellers.
"They were all there roaring and raging, trying to make you believe you had outraged them?" "All but young Mr. Probert. Certainly they don't like it," she said at her distance. "The cowards!" George Flack after a moment remarked. "And where was young Mr. Probert?" he then demanded. "He was away I've told you in America." "Ah yes, your father told me. But now he's back doesn't he like it either?"
Flack was frequently the theme, though introduced much more by the young ladies than by himself, and especially by Delia, who announced at an early period that she knew what he wanted and that it wasn't in the least what SHE wanted. She amplified this statement very soon at least as regards her interpretation of Mr.
The royal pour-suivants arrived some six days later, and Master Baine was the recipient of a curt summons to render himself to London, there to account for his breach of trust in having refused to perform his sworn duty. Had Sir Andrew Flack but survived the chill that had carried him off a month ago, Master Justice Baine would have made short work of the accusation lodged against him.
His ambition in life is to be a cinema actor." Crewe engaged Police-Constable Flack in conversation while waiting for Mr. Holymead to take his departure.
As regards Saint-Germain he took over the project while George Flack telegraphed for a table on the terrace at the Pavilion Henri Quatre. Mr. Dosson had by this time learned to trust the European manager of the Reverberator to spend his money almost as he himself would. Delia had broken out the evening they took Mr.
The girl had schooled her father to a waiting attitude on this point, and the manner in which she had descended on him in the morning, after Mr. Flack had come upstairs, was a lesson he wasn't likely soon to forget.
Our joys are your joys and our indignations are yours." "What IS the matter, PLEASE?" the girl repeated. Their "indignations" opened up a gulf; it flashed upon her, with a shock of mortification for the belated idea, that something would have come out: a piece in the paper, from Mr. Flack, about her portrait and even a little about herself. But that was only more mystifying, for certainly Mr.
"I shall speak of you personally I shall say you're the prettiest girl that has ever come over." "You may say what you like," Francie returned. "It will be immense fun to be in the newspapers. Come for me at this hour day after to-morrow." "You're too kind," said George Flack, taking up his hat. He smoothed it down a moment with his glove; then he said: "I wonder if you'll mind our going alone?"
Delia Dosson in particular had a trick of poring solemnly over these records which exasperated Mr. Flack, who skimmed them and found what he wanted in the flash of an eye: she kept the others waiting while she satisfied herself that Mr. and Mrs. D. S. Rosenheim and Miss Cora Rosenheim and Master Samuel Rosenheim had "left for Brussels." Mr.
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