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Sam Gwent tried to get some conversation with Manella, but found it difficult. She did not wait on the visitors in the dining-room, and Gwent imagined he knew the reason why. Her beauty was of too brilliant and riante a type to escape the notice and admiration of men, whose open attentions were likely to be embarrassing to her, and annoying to her employers.
The contents were mixed and various, and among them was a crumpled letter which he had received some days since from Sam Gwent. He smoothed it out carefully and re-read it, especially one passage "I think the States will never get involved in another war, but I am fairly sure Germany will. If she joins up with Russia look out for squalls.
'Fangs of biggest dog in Gwent never tore him like that, master Heywood. Heark'ee now. He cannot tell his tale, so I must tell thee all I know of the matter.
Miss Herbert's rather thin lips tightened into a close line, she flicked some light tear-drops away from her eyes with a handkerchief as fine as a cobweb delicately perfumed, and stood silently looking out on the view from the verandah. "You see," pursued Gwent, in his cold, deliberate accents, "Jack was ruined financially.
The Fens proved impassable to the Northfolk and the Southfolk of East-Anglia. It was only after a long and terrible struggle that the West-Saxons could hew their way through the forests which sheltered the "Gwent" of the southern coast.
'He is guilty of "hypocrisy against the devil," said Richard: 'he is better than he looks. Anyhow, if he but carry me thither, he will as well "fill a pit" as a handsomer horse. I'll take him. Have you got a saddle for him? 'An' he had not brought a saddle with him, thou would not find one in Gwent to fit him, said the old man.
It reminds me of women's caprices and fancies always on the jump! Yes! don't frown, Manella! that is so! Now let me see what Mr. Sam Gwent has to say that he didn't say before " and seating himself, he opened the letter and began to read. Manella watched him from under the shadow of her long-fringed eyelids her heart beat quickly and uncomfortably.
Things began to look threatening. Raglan's brooding disappointment and apprehension was like the electric overcharge of the earth, awaiting and drawing to it the hovering cloud: the lightning and thunder of the war began at length to stoop upon the Yellow Tower of Gwent. When the month of May arrived once more with its moonlight and apple-blossoms, the cloud came with it.
"Not quite!" she replied, stifling a tiny yawn "Nor do you! But most things that are worth knowing I know. There's a lot one need never learn. The chief business of life nowadays is to have heaps of money and know how to spend it. That's Morgana's way." Mr. Sam Gwent folded up his newspaper, flattened it into a neat parcel, and put it in his pocket.
He broke off, smiling at his own sudden eloquence, then added "By-the-by, where is your laboratory?" "Haven't got one!" replied Seaton, briefly. "What! Haven't got one! Why, how do you make your stuff?" Seaton laughed. "You think I'm going to tell you? Mr. Senator Gwent, you take me for a greater fool than I am!
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