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"You are much too good," whispered Leroux, again; and the weary eyes glistened with a sudden moisture. "Thank you! Thank you! But er I could not dream of disturbing"... "Mr. Leroux," said Helen, with all her old firmness "Garnham is coming down IMMEDIATELY to put the place in order! And, whilst he is doing so, you are going to prepare yourself for a decent, Christian dinner!"
"Don't light up, Merton," she said, composedly. "I want you to tell Garnham to go down to Mr. Leroux's and put the place in order. Mr. Leroux is dining with us." The girl withdrew; and Helen, as the door closed, pressed the electric switch.
"I I'm glad I came to you," said the farmer, at last. "You're welcome," said the shoemaker, loftily. "I'm always ready to give advice to them as require it." "And good advice it is," said the smiling Mr. Hogg. "Why don't you behave yourself, Joe Garnham?" he demanded, turning fiercely on a listener. Mr.
Askew, turning his back on him, threw up his hands with a helpless gesture and followed in the wake of Mr. Garnham. Mr. Hogg appeared to be about to apologise, and then suddenly altering his mind made a hasty and unceremonious exit, accompanied by the farmer. Mr. Quince raised his eyebrows and then, after a long and meditative pinch of snuff, resumed his work.
M. Gaston Max pressed the bell above which appeared: DR. BRUCE CUMBERLY. He was admitted by Garnham, who attended there daily during the hours when Dr. Cumberly was visible to patients, and presently found himself in the consulting room of the physician. "Good morning, M. Gaston!" said Cumberly, rising and shaking his visitor by the hand. "Pray sit down, and let us get to business.
The rows, commencing above the foot of the Bridge, on the east side, are called Chapel, Pitt's, and Serjeant-Major's rows, the latter of which, under the two birds, runs to the Brick-fields, towards Parramatta. The House on the right, at this end of the longest street, seen in this View, with three windows and a door visible, belongs to Garnham Blaxcell, Esq. spoken of in No.
Not until she was on the landing did she dare to speak. Then: "Garnham shall come down immediately. Don't be late for dinner!" she called and there was a hint of laughter and of tears in her voice, of the restraint of culture struggling with rebellious womanhood.
Then the old count used authority. He commanded the youth to betake himself to the camp. Obedience was promised. Garnham says: "It was on the evening before his departure, as he wished still once to visit the Lei and offer to the Nymph of the Rhine his Sighs, the tones of his Zither, and his Songs. He went, in his boat, this time accompanied by a faithful squire, down the stream.
Even Garnham has a rival. Mr. X had a small pamphlet with him which he had bought while on a visit to Munich. Here are a few extracts: "It is not permitted to make use of the work in question to a publication of the same contents as well as to the pirated edition of it." "An evening landscape. In the foreground near a pond and a group of white beeches is leading a footpath animated by travelers."
Garnham, whose eyes were watering with emotion, attempted to explain, but, becoming hysterical, thrust a huge red handkerchief to his mouth and was led away by a friend. Mr. Quince regarded his departure with mild disdain. "Little things please little minds," he remarked. "So they do," said Mr. Hogg. "I never thought What's the matter with you, George Askew?" Mr.
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