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I believed thou wert dead these seven years, and lo, here thou art alive! I knew thee the moment I saw thee; and main hard work it was to keep a stony countenance and seem to see none here but tuppenny knaves and rubbish o' the streets. I am old and poor, Sir Miles; but say the word and I will go forth and proclaim the truth though I be strangled for it." "No," said Hendon; "thou shalt not.
I have the same feeling when I see Count Zeppelin with his airship, or Grahame-White at Hendon, riding his vast cosmic pigeon up the sky; and it is the same feeling I have with the locomotives those unconscious, forbidding, coldly obedient terrible fellows!
But if you will take me to Hendon I will never see him till I have papa's leave. It is my duty to obey him, but not her." "I am not quite clear about that." "She has rejected me as a daughter, and therefore I reject her as a mother. She would get rid of us both if she could." "You should not attribute to her any such thoughts." "If you saw her as often as I do you would know.
Thou'lt not escape again, I warrant thee; and if pounding thy bones to a pudding can teach thee somewhat, thou'lt not keep us waiting another time, mayhap." and John Canty put out his hand to seize the boy. Miles Hendon stepped in the way and said "Not too fast, friend. Thou art needlessly rough, methinks. What is the lad to thee?"
Willis's mother, at Hendon, a pleasant suburb lying to the north-west of London; he meanwhile continuing the practice of his profession in town. All these circumstances materially contributed to the shaping of the young barrister's future career. Mr. Willis enjoyed the social advantages which his union with a nobleman's daughter was certain to confer.
Wrapped in prison blankets of a soiled and tattered condition, Hendon and the King passed a troubled night. For a bribe the jailer had furnished liquor to some of the prisoners; singing of ribald songs, fighting, shouting, and carousing was the natural consequence.
They are plotting against me; and if there is anything I hate it is a plot." In this way Mr. Greenwood and the Marchioness became bound together in their great disapproval of Lady Frances and her love. Hampstead rushed up to Hendon almost without seeing his stepmother, intent on making preparations for his sister, and then, before October was over, rushed back to fetch her.
About ten o'clock on the night of the 19th of February they stepped upon London Bridge, in the midst of a writhing, struggling jam of howling and hurrahing people, whose beer-jolly faces stood out strongly in the glare from manifold torches and at that instant the decaying head of some former duke or other grandee tumbled down between them, striking Hendon on the elbow and then bounding off among the hurrying confusion of feet.
It really is larger than the Welsh Harp at Hendon, and the scenery, though not like that of Ben Cruachan or Ben Mohr, excels the landscape of Middlesex. At the northern end is a small town, grey, with some red roofs and one or two characteristic Fifeshire church-towers, squat and strong. There are also a few factory chimneys, which are not fair to outward view, nor appropriate by a loch-side.
"Let your eyes rest upon mine, so that I may see if they be steady. There now answer me. Am I Miles Hendon?" "No. I know you not." "Swear it!" The answer was low, but distinct "I swear." "Oh, this passes belief!" "Fly! Why will you waste the precious time? Fly, and save yourself."
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