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Billy, who was struggling with something at the sink, turned sharply. "Bertram Henshaw," she panted, "I used to think you were wonderful because you could paint a picture. I even used to think I was a little wonderful because I could write a song. Well, I don't any more! But I'll tell you who is wonderful.
Indeed our antiquaries ought to like me. I am but too much on a par with them. Does not Mr. Henshaw come to London? Is he a professor, or only a lover of engraving? If the former, and he were to settle in town, I would willingly lend him heads to copy. Adieu! STRAWBERRY HILL, July 10, 1774.
But, amid the bustle occasioned by the movement of troops, he could not himself convey the intelligence. He therefore entrusted to his agent, Kitt Henshaw, the task of making it known.
Henshaw pondered. "Any sensible name'll do," he said, stiffly. "Bell?" suggested Mr. Stokes. "Alfred Bell? I did know a man o' that name once. He tried to borrow a bob off of me." "That'll do," said his friend, after some consideration; "but mind you stick to the same name.
There was a grim significance in that repeated phrase, "I know," for it hinted at a knowledge more complete and evil than falls to the share of the ordinary mortal. "Lads, keep your eyes on the deck and play the game until I give the word! If the wind of this comes to the captain, it's overboard for Jerry Hovey. I'd rather give myself to the sharks than to White Henshaw. That's all.
Apart from what is actually known I ask this as the dead man's only brother have either of you gentlemen formed any idea as to how he came by his death?" He was looking at Morriston, his cross-examining manner now softened by the human touch. "It has not occurred to me to look beyond what seems the obvious explanation of suicide," Morriston answered frankly. Henshaw turned to Kelson.
Master Henshaw might give you a place in his office, and then there would be no need to dwell in that nasty, damp gulley, but we could be in the town. I'll ask my mistress to crave it from him." Stead could not but smile at her eagerness, but he shook his head. "It would be bootless, sweetheart, I cannot carry weights." "No, but you can write." "Very scurvily, and I cannot cypher."
Look at the number of athletes who are carried away by it!" "God bless you, McTee!" "The strength that counts is the strength of spirit, and this girl has your own fighting spirit." "Do you think so?" "Yes; I saw it in her eyes." Henshaw shook his head sadly. "No; they're the eyes of her grandmother, and she had no fighting spirit. I think I married her more for pity than for love.
"Perhaps he doesn't look like the Henshaw babies. Perhaps he isn't as pretty as the twins. Perhaps he hasn't much hair, and does have a snub nose. He's my baby just the same, and I shall not stay calmly by and see him abused!
Be as unlike yourself as you can, and don't forget yourself and call her by 'er pet name." "Pet name!" said Mr. Henshaw, indignantly. "Pet name! You'll alter your ideas of married life when you're caught, my lad, I can tell you!" He walked on in scornful silence, lagging farther and farther behind as they neared his house. When Mr.
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