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It was amazing that so many high-class domestics could be collected into one moderate-sized room. "Miss Simpson you know," said Mrs. Twemlow, and Ashe was about to deny the charge when he perceived that Joan was the individual referred to. "Mr. Judson, Mr. Marson. Mr. Judson is the Honorable Frederick's gentleman." "You have not the pleasure of our Freddie's acquaintance as yet, I take it, Mr.
There was no mistaking the valet's desire for conversation. He had the air of one brimming over with speech. His wonted indolence was cast aside; and as he drew nearer he positively ran. He was talking before he reached them. "Miss Simpson, Mr. Marson, it's true what I said that night. It's a fact!" Ashe regarded the intruder with a malevolent eye. Never fond of Mr.
No other arrangement will satisfy me." "Then I claim the right to make the first one." "You don't do anything of the sort. We toss up for first chance, like little ladies and gentlemen. Have you a coin? I will spin, and you call." Ashe made a last stand. "This is perfectly " "Mr. Marson!" Ashe gave in. He produced a coin and handed it to her gloomily. "Under protest," he said.
This odd impulse to leap across the compartment and kiss Joan was not love. It was merely the natural desire of a good-hearted young man to be decently chummy with his species. "Well, what do you think of it all, Mr. Marson?" said Joan. "Are you sorry or glad that you let me persuade you to do this perfectly mad thing? I feel responsible for you, you know.
Leger, discovered a horse called Rush with powers of running unknown to the sporting clique he desired to circumvent. The Squire mounted Rush himself and rode him over the St. Leger course, having a mare belonging to Marson the trainer to make the running. Finding that the colt could easily beat, Squire Osbaldeston held him in so that the mare finished the trial a considerable distance in advance.
Marson?" said a voice from the other side of the table; and Ashe, looking up gratefully, found Joan's eyes looking into his with a curiously amused expression. He was too grateful for the interruption to try to account for this. He replied that he was feeling very well, which was not the case.
"I meant you to," said Joan placidly. "I hope I haven't bored you with my autobiography, Mr. Marson. I'm not setting myself up as a shining example; but I do like action and hate stagnation." "You are absolutely wonderful!" said Ashe.
Marson?" observed Mr. Judson genially, a smooth-faced, lazy-looking young man. "Freddie repays inspection." "Mr. Marson, permit me to introduce you to Mr. Ferris, Lord Stockheath's gentleman." Mr. Ferris, a dark, cynical man, with a high forehead, shook Ashe by the hand. "Happy to meet you, Mr. Marson." "Miss Willoughby, this is Mr. Marson, who will take you in to dinner.
What?" he said. "Do I Oh; yes, rather! I say, one of the blighters has just loosed a rattlesnake into Gridley Quayle's bedroom through the transom!" Aline rose from her seat and left the room softly. The Honorable Freddie read on, unheeding. Ashe Marson had not fallen far short of the truth in his estimate of the probable effect on Mr.
An Indian woman, seeing Madame de Marson uneasy, asked her the reason of it, and, having learned it, told her, after musing some time on it, not to vex herself, that her husband would return such a day at such an hour, naming both, with a grey hat on his head.
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