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But the man spoke before his memories could collect themselves. "Mr Frank Harrogate, I think," he said. "I have had an introduction, but I do not mean to presume on it. The odd thing I have to say will come far better from a stranger. Mr Harrogate, I say one word and go: take care of your sister in her great sorrow."
Rayne when he returns to-morrow," I promised him. "Where shall he write to in order to make an appointment?" "I am at the Majestic Hotel at Harrogate," he answered. "I will await a letter I thank you very much," and he departed. Next afternoon when I gave Rayne the letter of introduction he became at once eager and somewhat excited. "Ring up the Majestic," he said.
All the time it was doctor after doctor, each one recommending a different cure; all the time it was investment after investment, the estate getting more and more entangled. He went to Baden one autumn and came home worse. He tried Harrogate in the spring, but it was no use. He came back, went to bed and never rose from it.
Of the rosy Miss Todd, there is nothing to be said but this, that she is still Miss Todd, and still rosy. Whether she be now at Littlebath, or Baden, or Dieppe, or Harrogate, at New York, Jerusalem, or Frazer's River, matters but little. Where she was last year, there she is not now. Where she is now, there she will not be next year.
But after I had hovered a little, and was about to withdraw, a mad impulse seized me. I rang the bell. I said in distinct accents to a very smart suburban maid, "Does Mr. James Harrogate live here?" She said he didn't; but that she would inquire, in case I was looking for him in the neighbourhood; but I excused her from such exertion.
As I reflected it crawled back into my memory that I had mildly played the fool in that house on that distant day. I had some red chalk in my pocket, I think, and I wrote things on the unpapered plaster walls; things addressed to Mr. Harrogate. A dim memory told me that I had written up in what I supposed to be the dining-room: James Harrogate, thank God for meat, Then eat and eat and eat and eat,
I am told that it is a treat in store for me! He is simply hated by everybody. His reputation as a beast is famed in 'Blighty. I heard about him in the 5th Reserve; and Brian Kemp told me about him when we were in Harrogate. He is discussed here every day. From what I hear he is a horrible tyrant; nobody has a good word to say for him. So I am looking forward to seeing this extraordinary man.
Doctor Portman was gone, with his gout and his family, to Harrogate, an event which Pen deplored very much in a letter to the Doctor, in which, in a few kind and simple words, he expressed his regret at not seeing his old friend, whose advice he wanted and whose aid he might require some day: but Pen consoled himself for the Doctor's absence by making acquaintance with Mr.
And, by the way, give me a cigarette." Jack tossed him his case, opened the pouch, took out the letter, and read it slowly through again. "Merefield Court, "near Harrogate. "May 28th, Thursday. "I am ashamed of you, sir. When you first told me of your intention, I warned you what would happen if you persisted, and I repeat it now.
An' they just fool it away! Eat it away, drink it away! An' then they have to go to Buxton an' Matlock an' Harrogate to sweat the muck out of their blood!" Henry reminded his father of the bloods and bucks and macaronis of the eighteenth century ... the last of the English gentlemen. "After all, father, they weren't so very much better than the lot you're denouncing!" "Yes, they were.
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