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"Everything. From the time you meekly told the steward to take out your valise until the time you meekly apologised to Hodden for having told him the truth, and then meekly followed the purser to a room containing three others." "But Hodden meekly, as you express it, apologised first. I suppose you know that too, otherwise I would not have mentioned it." "Certainly he did.
In this way Mr Fegs got a foretaste of what had been concerted for his advantage; and Mr Peevie, in the mean time, through his helpmate, had, in like manner, not been idle; the effect of all which was, that next day, every where in the town, people spoke of Mr Hodden and Mr Fegs as being ordained to be the new councillors, in the stead of the two who had, as it was said, resigned in so unaccountable a manner, so that no candidates offered, and the election was concluded in the most candid and agreeable spirit possible; after which I had neither trouble nor adversary, but went on, in my own prudent way, with the works in hand the completion of the new bridge, the reparation of the tolbooth steeple, and the bigging of the new schools on the piece of ground adjoining to my own at the Westergate; and in the doing of the latter job I had an opportunity of manifesting my public spirit; for when the scheme, as I have related, was some years before given up, on account of Mr Plan's castles in the air for educating tawny children from the East and West Indies, I inclosed my own ground, and built the house thereon now occupied by Collector Gather's widow, and the town, per consequence, was not called on for one penny of the cost, but saved so much of a wall as the length of mine extended a part not less than a full third part of the whole.
"Don't you think," ventured Buel, "that a writer should rather touch on what pleases him than on what displeases him, in writing of a foreign country?" "Possibly. Nations are like individuals; they prefer flattery to honest criticism." "But a writer should remember that there is no law of libel to protect a nation." To this remark Mr. Hodden did not reply. "And what did you object to most, Mr.
"I must ask you to deliver that man to me," he said to Captain Hodden. "I am sorry, but what you ask is impossible," was the reply. "This is Dutch territory, and you advance further at your peril." "Dutch territory!" exclaimed the exasperated German. "You stand on German ground, and the man you are protecting is a spy. I demand his return."
Miss Jessop turned over the pages of the book which had been given her, and as she did so a name caught her attention. She remembered a problem that had troubled her when she read the book before. She cried impulsively "Oh, Mr. Hodden, there is a question I want to ask you about this book. Was " Here she checked herself in some confusion. Buel, who seemed to realise the situation, smiled grimly.
Barrett was a grave, judicious woman, though she knew little more of the world than myself; but grave and judicious as she was, she did not charge me with being out of my senses; and, indeed, I had a staid manner of my own which ere now had been as good to me as cloak and hood of hodden grey, since under its favour I had been enabled to achieve with impunity, and even approbation, deeds that, if attempted with an excited and unsettled air, would in some minds have stamped me as a dreamer and zealot.
"Splendid," answered the captain, with a smile. "Where's your celebrity? Trot him out." "I believe Mr. Hodden is aft somewhere." "Oh, Hodden!" cried the young man, profanely; "he's a chestnut. Where's Kenan Buel?" The reporter did not wait for a reply, for he saw by the crowd around a very flushed young man that the victim had been found and cornered.
"All I ask of them is to leave me alone." "I'll protect you, Mr. Hodden. When they come, you stand near me, and I'll beat them off with my sunshade. I know two newspaper men real nice young men they are too and they always do what I tell them." "I can quite believe it, Miss Jessop." "Well, then, have no fear while I'm on board." Mr. Hodden shook his head. He knew how it would be, he said.
Look at our vast miserable slums, our sprawling, ugly, aimless industrial centres, inhabited by millions who have just enough education to be able to buy their thinking ready-made through the halfpenny Press and just enough leisure for a weekly attendance at the local football match and an annual excursion to Blackpool or Ramsgate; who seldom, if ever, see the glorious face of Nature and, when they do, gaze into it with blank unrecognising eyes; whose whole life is one long round of monotony monotonous toil, monotonous amusements, monotonous clothes, monotonous bricks and mortar; until the very heaven itself, with its trailing cloud-armadas and its eternal stars, is forgotten, and the whole universe becomes a cowl of hodden grey, "where-under crawling cooped they live and die."
The apparition before them tall, graceful, and dignified could by no means be mistaken for any thing but a lady such a lady as Avonsbridge, with all its aristocracy of birth and condition, rarely produced. She would have been the same even if attired in hodden gray, but now she was well-dressed in silks and furs. Dr.
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