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And then the motor gave a kind of snort, and off they went, at a sharp pace, towards the Southampton road. Anna smiled to herself. Manfred Hegner was a very secretive person she had always known that. But why tell her such a silly lie? Hegner was getting quite a big business man; he had many irons in the fire some one had once observed to Anna that he would probably end by becoming a millionaire.
"Is your son going to Belgium, Mr. Fröhling?" "Not that I know of," said the other. But a troubled look came over his face. He opened his mouth as if to add something, and then tightly shut it again. Mr. Hegner had the immediate impression that old Fröhling could have told him something worth hearing had he been willing to do so.
I, who have in England lived since the year 1874; I, who England love; I, whose son will soon for England be fighting!" "My husband said," began Mrs. Hegner And again Mr. Fröhling interrupted rather rudely: "You need not tell me what your husband say," he remarked. "I know for myself exactly what Mr. Hegner say. If everything could be foreseen in this life we should all be very wise. Mr.
He certainly deserved his nickname. There were the same piercing, rather prominent eyes, the same look of energy and decision in his face; also the same peculiar turned-up moustache. But whereas the resemblance last week would have brought a smile, now it brought a furrow of pain to the English lady's kindly face. Poor Manfred Hegner!
You ought to tell everybody that this evening, otherwise some of them, without knowing it, might get into trouble." And then Mrs. Hegner, perhaps because she had become nervously aware that her husband had looked at her rather crossly a moment ago, blurted out, "There's no fear of that, miss. We sent off a lot this morning to Harwich.
"Well, that was all I came to say only that my father will be very glad indeed to do anything he can. Oh, I did forget one more thing " She lowered her voice a little. "The Dean thinks it probable, Mr. Hegner, that after to-day no German of military age will be allowed to leave England.
And Hegner, who was a genius but had a burning palate, picked up almost from the gutter and given an important place in the shop in the hope that responsibility would restore the shattered will. And Smith, the latest recruit, but recently out of the penitentiary. "Though I wish he hadn't taken him in. He looks bad and has fishy eyes and is always so surly."
She felt a touch of sharp envy as she looked at the beautiful girl standing there. Though Edith Haworth knew very little of Mrs. Hegner, except that Mrs. Hegner's sister was her maid, Mrs. Hegner knew a great deal about Miss Haworth. How she had gone up to London just for one month of the season, and how during that one month she had become engaged to a rich young gentleman, a baronet.
Hegner, though her pretty face was tired and peevish-looking, yet looked far pleasanter than she had done half an hour ago, for her husband had just presented her with a long gold chain. In a very, very quiet way, quite under the rose, so to speak, Mr. Hegner sometimes went in for small money-lending transactions.
"This isn't a joking matter," Jonathan reminded him sharply. "So it ain't." Hegner turned a glance of contempt on Smith. "He's a bum an' a loafer, He won't learn an' he won't try to work. Why, Braun, who'd ought to be in bed instead of at a lathe, turns out half as much again as him. How can I jack the other men up if I let him lag behind?
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