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You leave me now I am going down." Grindley junior, not knowing what to say, put his arms round the little old man. And in this way Tommy's brilliant scheme fell through and came to naught. Instead, old Grindley visited once again the big house in Nevill's Court, and remained long closeted with old Solomon in the office on the second floor.
Grindley was again going to catch it, but was on this time saved by the appearance of the huntsman, who came galloping up one of the rides, with a lot of the hounds at his heels. "He isn't away, Tom, surely?" said Maxwell. "He's out of the wood somewheres," said Tom; and off they all went.
It was a phrase I happened to remember," confessed Grindley junior, wondering why he should be feeling ashamed of himself. "I am always sorry," said Miss Appleyard, "when I see anyone content with the lower life whose talents might, perhaps, fit him for the higher." Something about the tone and manner of Miss Appleyard reminded Grindley junior of his former Rector.
It added a relish to chops and steaks, transformed cold mutton into a luxury, and swelled the head of Hezekiah Grindley which was big enough in all conscience as it was and shrivelled up his little hard heart. The Grindleys and the Appleyards visited no more. As a sensible fellow ought to have seen for himself, so thought Hezekiah, the Sauce had altered all things.
"Is Cinquebars coming down here this year?" "I don't know," said Maxwell. "I hope not. He's the best fellow in the world, but he can't ride, and he don't care for hunting, and he makes more row than any fellow I ever met. I wish some fellow could tell me something about that fellow's brown horse." "I'd never buy a horse of Vavasor's if I were you," said Grindley.
"The verb 'to be' " "For goodness' sake," suggested Miss Fossett to Tommy, "give that man something to eat or drink. That's the worst of people who take up grammar late in life. Like all converts, they become fanatical." "She's a ripping good sort, is Mary Ramsbotham," exclaimed Grindley junior, printer and publisher of Good Humour.
What more useful work could have come to her hand than the raising of this poor but intelligent young grocer's assistant unto the knowledge and the love of higher things. That Grindley junior happened to be an exceedingly good-looking and charming young grocer's assistant had nothing to do with the matter, so Miss Appleyard would have informed you.
Grindley had made his own way in the world, but Maxwell would certainly not have made himself a banker if his father had not been a banker before him; nor could the bank have gone on and prospered had there not been partners there who were better men of business than our friend.
He will disown me, and I shall go off to Africa." Peter Hope was unable to see how Grindley junior's disappearance into the wilds of Africa was going to assist the matter under discussion. Grindley junior's view was that the wilds of Africa would afford a fitting background to the passing away of a blighted existence.
The haughty young lady also blushed. She did not often blush; when she did, she felt angry with herself. "A shilling and a penny," demanded Grindley junior. The haughty young lady counted out the money and departed. Grindley junior, peeping from behind a tin of Abernethy biscuits, noticed that as she passed the window she turned and looked back. She was a very pretty, haughty lady.
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