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Attempts in 1857 to approach Mr Labouchere through the lieutenant-governor, Sir Gaspard Le Marchant, and through his brother, Sir Denis, a well-known literary man, failed, but in 1858 Lord Derby, whom Howe had known earlier as Lord Stanley, became prime minister, and Howe renewed his claim.
And here comes your grandfather." My grandfather took me to his arms with much emotion. "Now, God be thanked!" he said, in his great deep voice, which shook as he said it. "You are come back as from the dead, my boy. I had given you up before, and when I knew you had gone across to Herm I gave you up again. Jeanne Falla told me what poor Helier Le Marchant had told her."
The population of Paris has undoubtedly decreased since the revolution; Dutens, who published his Itinerary about thirty years ago, tells us, at that period the inhabitants of Paris amounted to 650,000: but even supposing him to have over-rated them, still there remains a great disparity in the two calculations, and it is reasonable to conclude, that the present statement by Marchant is accurate, from the facilities which the system of police affords in forming a just calculation on the subject.
I had hardly framed the queries when our telephone rang. It was the Central Office man. The detective had anticipated my own line of inquiry, only had gone much further with it. He had found a clear record of the business relations existing between Errol and Marchant.
"Then she was not a patient?" pursued Kennedy, studiously avoiding enlightening Karatoff on the visit. "Rather a friend," he replied, quickly. "It was she who introduced Mr. Errol." "They are quite intimate, I believe," put in Kennedy at a chance. "Really, I knew very little about it," Karatoff avoided. "Did she introduce Mr. Marchant?" "She introduced Mrs. Gaines, who introduced Mr.
The rain had ceased, and presently, while we lay watching for the first flicker of dawn in front or on our left, an exclamation from Le Marchant brought me round with a jerk, to find the sky softening and lightening right behind us. The ditches and the darkness and our many falls had led us astray.
We sat there in the heather till all the glories faded save our own, till Guernsey and Herm and Jethou sank into the night till Brecqhou was only a shadow, and the Gouliot stream only a sound; and then we went down the scented lanes close-linked, as were our hearts. Jean Le Marchant was sitting in the kitchen with Aunt Jeanne.
Marchant was always a very intellectual woman, and he remembers that in the old days she had almost a passion for fragrant flowers, and once wrote an essay upon the psychology of perfumes that attracted some attention in the medical journal in which it was published by her husband.
"Then I'll go across and see Jean Le Marchant," I said. At which prompt discounting of John Ozanne, Uncle George laughed out loud. "Well, I don't suppose it can do any harm, if it doesn't do much good. He's at home, I believe. Someone got hurt on their last run, I heard " "Yes, Aunt Jeanne told me, two of them."
After the coach had driven off, the sailor eyed the gentleman in the plaid cloak for a minute or two, and then said, "When I first looked at you I took you for some officer in mufti; but now that I see you look so sharp after the rhino, it's my idea that you're some poor devil of a Scotchman, mayhap second mate of a marchant vessel there's half a crown for your services I'd give you more if I thought you would spend it."
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