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"Right O!" said Ranny. "We'll go to Golder's Hill." "And take the children," Winny said. Well, no, he rather thought he'd leave the kids behind for once. "Oh, Ranny!" Voice and eyes reproached him. "You couldn't! You may never get a day like this again." "I know. That's why," said Ranny.
In the big hall they were greeted by a well-preserved, grey-haired Englishwoman, Lady Ranscomb, the widow of old Sir Richard Ranscomb, who had been one of the greatest engineers and contractors of modern times. He had begun life as a small jerry-builder at Golder's Green, and had ended it a millionaire and a knight.
A rumour of our enterprise is about, and the price of the land we require would advance considerably if the prospective purchaser were known. The land is situated, half an acre at Willesden, three-quarters of an acre at Golder's Hill, and an acre at Highgate. I wish you to see the agents for the sale of these properties.
Each, if big enough, has been bought by a rich man generally an American who has built a castle on it. So the whole isn't much more beautiful than Golder's Green. We picked our way carefully between the islands. The Americans on board sat in rows saying "That house was built by Mr . Made his money in biscuits. Cost three hundred thousand dollars, e-recting that building. Yessir."
"There is an old house about a mile from here," he said to the girl; "a house belonging to a farm, in the lane yonder that turns off by the Blue Boar. Have you any notion to whom it belongs, or who lives there?" "An old house in that lane across the way?" the girl said, reflecting. "That's Golder's lane, and leads to Golder's-green.
He was defeated in the subsequent encounter, and acknowledged the fact by two half-crowns. At the Oriental Club he told Insott that he might soon have some money to invest; and he was startled and saddened to discover that Insott knew almost nothing about exciting investments, or about anything at all, except the rigours of tube travel to Golder's Green. Insott had sunk into a deplorable groove.
It was on the tip of Hugh's tongue to remark with sarcasm that such ideals might well be expected of the wife of a jerry-builder in Golder's green. But he hesitated. Lady Ranscomb was always well disposed towards him, and he had had many good times at her house and on the grouse moor she rented in Scotland each year for the benefit of her intimate friends.
"Putney Heath," Ranny said, "be blowed!" "Well, then how about Hampton Court or Kew?" But he was "on to" her. "Rot!" he said. "You've been there." "Well " Obviously she was meditating something equally absurd. "What d'you say to Windsor?" But Winny absolutely refused to go to Windsor. She said there was one place she'd never been to, and that was Golder's Hill. You could get tea there.
"You come allonger me," said the voice of the Ship's Corporal, a deep, alarming voice, calculated to inspire awe and reverence in the breast of a new entry. Nosey turned, and then stopped irresolutely. If he were to die "'Ere," he said, relenting. "Nex' o' kin I ain't got none. But I gotter fren'." He coloured hotly. "Miss Abel's 'er name; 14 Golder's Square, Bloomsbury, London. Miss J. Abel."
Norgate walked into the club rather late that afternoon. Selingman and Prince Lenemaur were talking together in the little drawing-room. They called him in, and a few minutes later the Prince took his leave. "Well, that's all arranged," Norgate reported. "I have bought the three sites. There was only one thing the fellow down at Golder's Hill was anxious about." "And that?"
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