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"I have been to see Jenkins, sir," he explained. "In coming home last night, I met Mr. Hurst, who told me he feared Jenkins was getting worse. I would not go to see him then; it might have been late to disturb him, so I have been now." "And how is he?" inquired Mr. Channing. "A great deal better," replied Arthur. "So much better that: Mr.
But the post-script was interesting, for it told him that she had asked Foljambe to give her his copy of Siegfried.... Georgie strolled down past The Hurst before dinner. Mozart was silent now, but there came out of the open windows the most amazing hash of sound, which he could just recognise as being the piano arrangement of the duet between Brunnhilde and Siegfried at the end.
Francis, King of France!" he continued hoarsely; and then a peculiar smile, mocking, bitter, and almost savage, came upon his, lips as he gazed piercingly at his companion. "No, Hurst," he said meaningly, "I know no King of France. He would not dare to beard me in my own home like this.
"At twenty minutes past five in the evening." "What happened then?" "I told him that Mr. Hurst had not come home yet, and he said he would wait for him in the study and write some letters; so I showed him into the study and shut the door." "What happened next?" "Nothing. Then Mr. Hurst came home at his usual time a quarter to six and let himself in with his key.
There was happiness at Cornbridge, and after Cornbridge Hurst Dormer seemed darker and more solitary than ever. It was while she had been talking to Hugh that Marjorie had made up her mind. "I am going to tell Joan the whole truth, the whole truth," she thought. And Hugh was scarcely out of the house before Marjorie sat down to write her letter to Joan.
Rhoda thought of the dismal little study at Hurst Manor, with the broken chairs, and the gloves on the chimney-piece, and could quite imagine the kind of home from which the owner came; but she murmured little incredulities, as in politeness bound, as she led the way in the direction best calculated to impress a stranger.
There she sat, the keen autumn air blanching her cheeks and reddening her eyes, her arms crossed squarely over her bag, her lips twitching with mischievous enjoyment. She had but to roll her eyes, and the girls went into fresh convulsions of laughter; and when, at the entrance to "Hurst" grounds, she took out her handkerchief and affected to sob, the merriment reached an almost hysterical pitch.
Hurst, as it went forlornly past the window again, served to illustrate Miss Garland's refusal. "I'll go out and see him," said Mr. Mott, starting up. "Are you going to be a prisoner here until this young idiot chooses to go home? It's preposterous!" He crammed his hat on firmly and set out in pursuit of Mr. Hurst, who was walking slowly up the street, glancing over his shoulder.
The immediate cause of the disaster was Scott's secret partnership in the house of Ballantyne & Co., which, dragged down by the greater concerns of Constable & Co. in Edinburgh and Hurst, Robinson, & Co. in London, failed for the nominal amount of £117,000 at the end of January 1826.
Ha!" he roared, like the angry lion he had described himself to be. "Quick, Hurst! Our guards! The boy has gone!" But as Hurst made a step forward to summon the guard the King caught him by the wrist. "By my faith," he ejaculated, "there is black treachery here! Am I in my own palace or in a tavern? These fellows come and go as if the place were their own. A mystery too.
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