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E.E. Wynne and N.C. Marriott, both of whom were sent to "B" Company, where they joined Capt. Griffiths at dinner. They were half way through their meal when, without the slightest warning, the ground heaved, pieces of the roof fell on the table, and they heard the ominous whirr of falling clods, which betokens a mine at close quarters. Before the débris had stopped falling, Capt.
It was eleven o'clock at night, and young Marriott was locked into his room, cramming as hard as he could cram. He was a "Fourth Year Man" at Edinburgh University and he had been ploughed for this particular examination so often that his parents had positively declared they could no longer supply the funds to keep him there.
Early in August, F. Marriott, our Company Bugler, died. Previous to coming to America he had been for many years an English soldier, and I accepted him as a type of that stolid, doggedly brave class, which forms the bulk of the English armies, and has for centuries carried the British flag with dauntless courage into every land under the sun.
She thought she had heard of a Mister Tweed of New York, once. Then, quite suddenly, Mrs. Smith remembered her own brother, the great Marriott Nolan Tarbro, whose romances sold in editions of hundreds of thousands, and who was, beyond all doubt, the greatest living novelist. Kings had been glad to meet him, and newsboys and gamins ran shouting at his heels when he walked the streets.
He began to think that there must have been some good in Farnie after all, though he was fain to admit that without the aid of a microscope the human eye might well have been excused for failing to detect it. His next thought was that there was nothing now to prevent him telling the whole story to Reece and Marriott. Reece, if anybody, deserved to have his curiosity satisfied.
I know you won't have time, of course. 'I expect I shall have time to give you all the looking after you'll require. It won't be much, from all I've heard. Was all that true about you and young Skinner? Wilson grinned. 'I did have a bit of a row with a chap called Skinner, he admitted. 'So Skinner seems to think, said Marriott. 'What was it all about?
She made a sign to Miss Portman not to follow her. "Do not take it unkindly, but I am quite exhausted, and wish to be alone; for I am grown fond of being alone some hours in the day, and perhaps I shall sleep." Marriott came out of her lady's room about a quarter of an hour afterward, and said that her lady seemed disposed to sleep, but that she desired to have her hook left by her bedside.
"Look to this fool, some of you, and give him a cuff if he grows sleepy." "Sleepy! Never in good company," said Martin. The post-boy whipped up the horses, and the carriage went slowly back towards the main road, surrounded by its escort. Barbara was still bound for Dorchester, but a prisoner. Would she now be able to get speech with Judge Marriott?
'Did they win? 'Rather. By a wicket. Two wickets, I mean. We made 213. Your bowling would just have done it. Gethryn sat down. 'Oh Lord, he said blankly, 'this is awful! 'But, look here, Bishop, continued Marriott, 'this is all rot. You can't do a thing like this, and then refuse to offer any explanation, and expect things to go on just as usual. 'I don't, said Gethryn.
"They may say what they like. It isn't the piano-tuner. It isn't the man who does the clocks. They know who it is. It isn't that Marriott man. I've found out something about him they don't know. He's got a false stomach. It goes by clockwork. "As if I'd look at a clock-tuner or a piano-winder. I wouldn't, would I, Britton?" She meditated, smiling softly.
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