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"It's rather late for a business call," said an apologetic voice outside, "but my client was anxious to see you without delay." "Come in, Mr. Lawley," said Thorndyke, rather stiffly, and, as he held the door open, the two visitors entered.
For a few moments more they watched the advancing throng, and then Jimsy cried suddenly: "Why, that's Sheriff Lawley with Mortlake, and there's Si Hardscrabble the constable, right behind them, what can they be after?" "Clues," laughed Peggy, but the laugh faded on her lips as she exclaimed: "Why why, they're coming here!" "Here!" echoed the others.
Does not all that is deepest and divinest in you consent to this way of life into which Jesus Christ is calling us, as the right way, the royal way, the blessed way? Choose it, then, with all the energy of your volition, and walk in it with a glad heart and a hope that maketh not ashamed. John Clifford, Baptist divine, was born at Lawley, Derbyshire, in 1836.
Lawley, looking dubiously at me; "we want an omnibus." "Dr. Jervis and I can walk," Walter Hornby suggested. "We shall probably get there as soon as you, and it doesn't matter if we don't." "Yes, that will do," said Mr. Lawley; "you two walk down together. Now let us go."
Commissioner Lawley, mentioned in this letter, was The General's almost constant companion and helper in many years' travel in many lands, leading the singing, soloing, managing the Prayer Meetings, and generally aiding in every arrangement, a true armour-bearer and comrade at every turn: "Fair night; might have been better. Plenty of weakness; still, better than it often is.
It was just after breakfast the next morning that a big automobile skimmed past the Prescott home. Peggy and Roy saw it from the windows. "Why, that's Sheriff Lawley," exclaimed Peggy. "And look, old Mr. Harding is with him, and that Mortlake man." "That's right.
At last, by the interest of certain of the friends whom the boy's misfortune, if not his pluck, had made for him such lads as Lawley, the English boy, Bourrienne, Lauriston, and Father Patrault, the teacher of mathematics, Napoleon was liberated with a reprimand; while the boy who had caused all the trouble went unpunished, save for the headache that Napoleon's well-aimed stone had given him and the scar the blow had left.
"We are now," said he, as he finally cleansed his client's thumb, "furnished with the material for a preliminary investigation, and if you will now give me your address, Mr. Hornby, we may consider our business concluded for the present. I must apologise to you, Mr. Lawley, for having detained you so long with these experiments."
"More so than it appeared. You see, Thorndyke thinks it so important not to let the prosecution suspect that he has anything up his sleeve, that he has kept even Mr. Lawley in the dark, and he has never said as much to me as Anstey did this morning." "And now you are sorry you told me; you think I have led you into a breach of trust. Is it not so?"
"It was in the time of our good Queen Anne, when none of the trees in the great forest of Norwood, near London, had begun to be cut down, that a very rich gentleman and lady lived there: their name was Lawley.
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