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Pardon me if I do not care to dwell upon mine." With a bow Miss Ram indicated sympathy; decorously closed the subject. George gave a little sigh. With a simulation of brightness he proceeded: "You are sure you have no other lady?" "I have one," said Miss Ram. "She would not suit." "May I be allowed to judge?" Miss Ram turned to the ledger. "'Miss Mary Humfray." George started.
It was Angela that answered his salutation: "Oh, why have you come here? You spoil everything." "Hook!" said Bob. David asked: "What's hook?" "Run away." "Why?" "Because I tell you to." "Why?" Bob exclaimed: "Hasn't mother told you not to say 'Why' like that? Run away and play. I want to speak to Miss Humfray."
It is all right." "Good. Well, now, may I see them tubbed?" "I have told you I would rather not." "Dash it all, Miss Humfray, you're rather unkind, aren't, you? Here have I been away nearly two years I've been travelling on the Continent for the firm-you know that, don't you?" She said she had heard Mr. and Mrs. Chater talking of it.
The angry man addressed the group. "These are the plans for her recovery. Give ear. You, vile boy, will rush to the dairy and order to be sent at once as much milk as Mrs. Armitage will command you. Mrs. Armitage, you with your maids Fletcher, you with that boy, are the intramural workers, the workers within the walls. George, Margaret, Miss Humfray- -extra-mural. Mrs.
"Discounting the prejudice of a late employee, they have spoken well." "Was her son there with them?" "They have not told me so." "Ah!" said Mary; sat back in her chair. "Then your version is about the son?" Mary nodded. Recollection put a silly lump in her throat. Miss Ram said: "Miss Humfray, when I received that letter from Mrs. Chater, I said I would have no more to do with you.
"It is nothing," he explained. "One of those shivers; that is all." Miss Ram bowed. "'Miss Mary Humfray; aged 21; only child of the late Colonel Humfray, Indian Army; references from former employer not good, but with extenuating circumstances." "I think she might suit," George said. "She she " he groped wildly "she is the daughter of a colonel." "So were four others." George wiped his brow.
"Miss Humfray, a lady will see you." ... "Oh, too young far too young." ... "Thank you, that will do, Miss Humfray." ... "Oh, not my style at all." ... "Thank you, that will do, Miss Humfray." On the Spot. Fortunately On the Spot one day a Mrs. Eyton-Eyton, as nursery governess, Streatham. For a week very much On the Spot with Mrs. Eyton-Eyton.
Oh, Miss Humfray!" The strain on his invention paused him. Mrs. Chater, moved by this astonishing revelation of her love, assumed an air in keeping an air of some pain but no surprise at such ingratitude. She warmed to this husband who, if no hero in the matter of ferocious cabmen, could at least champion her upon occasion. Mary cried: "But I did not jump out! Indeed I did not, Mr.
About Bill's mouth, as from George to Mary he glanced, there were the lines of amusement; no menace lay in his clear blue eyes. "Went to look for you at the hospital," Bill replied. "Met that man Franklyn, and he told me you very probably were here." George pushed ahead with the banalities. "Surprised to see Miss Humfray here?" he asked.
"If you mean me, Miss Humfray, you forget yourself. I do not understand you. Kindly recollect that I have another name." The hideous frown he bent upon his Mary might well have advertised the sincerity of his rebuke. He faced Mr. Marrapit, blundered on. "I remember noticing how thin the Rose's tail was getting." He gathered confidence, pushed ahead. "You have forgotten those little points, sir.
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