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I would I could contrive an excuse to speak with him." Miles Hendon saved him the trouble; for he turned about, then, as a man generally will when somebody mesmerises him by gazing hard at him from behind; and observing a strong interest in the boy's eyes, he stepped toward him and said "You have just come out from the palace; do you belong there?" "Yes, your worship."
"Marry, THIS is no Hendon nor ever was!" "Right! Thy old eyes are sound yet. An' I were Sir Hugh, I would take the shabby carle and " The jailer finished by lifting himself a-tip-toe with an imaginary halter, at the same time making a gurgling noise in his throat suggestive of suffocation. The old man said, vindictively "Let him bless God an' he fare no worse.
Miles Hendon was picturesque enough before he got into the riot on London Bridge he was more so when he got out of it. He had but little money when he got in, none at all when he got out. The pickpockets had stripped him of his last farthing. But no matter, so he found his boy. Being a soldier, he did not go at his task in a random way, but set to work, first of all, to arrange his campaign.
Hendon reserved the dainties for the King; without them his Majesty might not have survived, for he was not able to eat the coarse and wretched food provided by the jailer.
The poor constable, taken by surprise, was speechless, at first, then found his tongue and fell to blustering and threatening; but Hendon was tranquil, and waited with patience till his breath was spent; then said "I have a liking to thee, friend, and would not willingly see thee come to harm. Observe, I heard it all every word. I will prove it to thee."
"The villain is in this room cast thy old eyes about and see if thou canst say which is he." Hendon glanced up, and experienced a pleasant sensation for the first time since he had been in the jail. He said to himself, "This is Blake Andrews, a servant all his life in my father's family a good honest soul, with a right heart in his breast. That is, formerly. But none are true now; all are liars.
His sister intended to remain for yet another week at Castle Hautboy, and Hendon Hall of itself had certainly no special attractions at the end of November. But Marion Fay was on his mind, and he had arranged his scheme.
As regarded the Neefits, it would be simply necessary that he should pay the breeches-maker the money that he owed them, and go no more either to Conduit Street or to Hendon. And then what else should he do, or leave undone? In what other direction should he be active or inactive? He was well aware that hitherto he had utterly wasted his life.
Hampstead went on to Hendon with his thoughts sometimes fixed on his sister, sometimes on Roden, whom he regarded as impracticable, sometimes on that horrid Crocker; but more generally on Marion Fay, whom he resolved that he must see again, whatever might be the difficulties in his way.
Now there will be this disgraceful marriage. Would you wish that I should receive the Post Office clerk here as my son-in-law?" "There won't be any disgraceful marriage," said the Marquis. "At least, what I mean is, that it will be much less likely at Hendon than here." "Less likely than here! Here it would have been impossible. There they will be all together." "No such thing," said the Marquis.
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