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But remember this; if she escapes now, Orley Farm is gone for ever." All this was extremely disagreeable to Mr. Mason. In the first place he did not at all like the tone of equality which the Hamworth attorney had adopted; he did not like to acknowledge that his affairs were in any degree dependent on a man of whom he thought so badly as he did of Mr.
No, sir, I've never set eyes on the man, sir. From all I hear it's not very likely he should come here; and I'm sure it is not at all likely that I should go to him." Mr. Furnival sat thinking awhile, and the clerk stood waiting opposite to him, leaning with both his hands upon the table. "You don't know any one in the neighbourhood of Hamworth, I suppose?" Mr. Furnival said at last. "Who, sir?
Moulder to her brother, as they sat together over the fire in Great St. Helen's on that same evening, after his return from Hamworth. "That she is, and so Smiley always found her. 'She's always the same, Smiley said to me many a day. And what can a man want more than that?" "That's quite true," said John.
Crabwitz, since the affair of that mission down at Hamworth, had so far carried a point of his, that a junior satellite was now permanently installed; and for the future the indignity of opening doors, and "just stepping out" into Chancery Lane, would not await him. Lady Mason was dressed all in black, but this was usual with her when she left home.
But Felix Graham must necessarily remain for the next fortnight, and there could be no possible benefit in Orme's return, at any rate till Graham should have gone. It has been said in the earlier pages of this story that there was no prettier scenery to be found within thirty miles of London than that by which the little town of Hamworth was surrounded.
"If you could make any pretence for running down to Hamworth change of air, you know, for a week or so. It's a beautiful country; just the place you like. And you might find out whether anything could be done, eh?" Mr. Crabwitz was well aware, from the first, that he did not get fifty pounds for nothing. A day or two after his conversation with Crabwitz, as described in the last chapter, Mr.
Dockwrath the attorney became so irrationally angry at the period of which we are now immediately about to treat. These fields lie on the steep slope of Hamworth Hill, and through them runs the public path from the hamlet of Roxeth up to Hamworth church; for, as all the world knows, Hamworth church stands high, and is a landmark to the world for miles and miles around.
That fact will I trust be remembered, and I need hardly say that the stout lady was Mrs. Furnival. She had heard betimes of the arrival of that letter with the Hamworth post-mark, had felt assured that it was written by the hands of her hated rival, and had at once prepared for action.
Just at this moment there came a light tap at the study door, and before the master of the house could give or withhold permission the mistress of the house entered the room. "My dear," she said, "I didn't know that you were engaged." "Yes, I am engaged," said the gentleman. "Oh, I'm sure I beg pardon. Perhaps this is the gentleman from Hamworth?" "Yes, ma'am," said Mr. Dockwrath.
"Chaffanbrass made an uncommonly ugly show of the Hamworth attorney," said Augustus, after a pause; but to this Graham at first made no answer. "If I were on the jury," continued the other, "I would not believe a single word that came from that fellow's mouth, unless it were fully supported by other testimony. Nor will the jury believe him."
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