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At tea that night, after gazing interestedly at Mr Hawden's nose for some time, uncle Julius inquired, "in the name of all that's mysterious, what the devil have you been doing to your nose? You look as though you had been on the spree." I was quaking lest he would get me into a fine scrape, but he only muttered, "By Jove!" with great energy, and glowered menacingly across the table at me.
"Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone and good riddance to him that you will pay more heed to my attentions now," said Mr Hawden's voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. "What do you mean by your attentions?" I demanded. "What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I'll soon explain. You know what my intentions are very well.
Frank Hawden's presence spoilt it all, but I determined to soon make short work of him. There was one gate to go through, about four miles from the house. Frank Hawden got out to open it. I drove through, and while he was pushing it to, laid the whip on the horses and went off full tilt. He ran after me shouting all manner of things that I could not hear on account of the rattle of the buggy.
After tea he requested an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me about Mr Hawden's interview. She began without any preliminaries: "Mr Hawden has complained of your conduct.
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