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Inglewood was according to her description a white-washed Jacobite; that is, one who, having been long a non-juror, like most of the other gentlemen of the country, had lately qualified himself to act as a justice, by taking the oaths to Government.
Jobson had more occasion to restrain within the bounds of the law, than to stimulate to exertion. Old Justice Inglewood received me with great courtesy, and readily exhibited my uncle's will, which seemed to be without a flaw.
"Well, really," cried Inglewood, left behind in a collapse of humour, "have I noticed anything else?" "Have you noticed this about him," asked Moon, with unshaken persistency, "that he has done so much and said so little? When first he came he talked, but in a gasping, irregular sort of way, as if he wasn't used to it.
But it's one of the duties of a prosecutor pursuin' the innocent, blameless butterfly career of your friend Smith, and it's the sime with all the others I mentioned." "But why do you bring in these people here?" asked Inglewood. "Why!
Inglewood looked around dreamily, his brown eyes devouring all sorts of details with a senseless delight. He noticed for the first time that the railings of the gate beyond the garden bushes were moulded like little spearheads and painted blue. He noticed that one of the blue spears was loosened in its place, and hung sideways; and this almost made him laugh.
Morris, that honest gentleman's terror communicated itself to him, though he wotted not why. I broke the silence of surprise occasioned by my abrupt entrance. "My name, Mr. Inglewood, is Francis Osbaldistone; I understand that some scoundrel has brought a complaint before you, charging me with being concerned in a loss which he says he has sustained."
"I never heard," I said, "that Miss Vernon's father was living." "It was not our Government's fault that he is," replied Inglewood, "for the devil a man there is whose head would have brought more money.
The 'awk-like face of 'Olmes," he added with abstract relish, "showed a shide of disappointment, the sleuth-like Gould 'avin' got there before 'im." "If he is mad," began Inglewood. "Well," said Moses, "when a cove gets out on the tile the first night there's generally a tile loose."
"Get inside! get inside!" cried Moon hilariously, with the air of one shooing a company of cats. "Come, come, be quick about it! Didn't I tell you I wanted to talk to Inglewood?" How they were all really driven into the house again it would have been difficult afterwards to say.
Haven't you ever observed that Inglewood is always washing his hands a known mark of mental disease? I, of course, am a dipsomaniac." "I don't believe you," broke out his companion, not without agitation. "I've heard you had some bad habits " "All habits are bad habits," said Michael, with deadly calm.
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