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And he would turn to Miss Moorsom for approval, lowering protectingly his spatulous nose and looking up with feeling from under his absurd eyebrows, which grew thin, in the manner of canebrakes, out of his spongy skin. For this large, bilious creature was an economist and a sentimentalist, facile to tears, and a member of the Cobden Club.
She's so eminently fitted for it. She has such hosts of distinguished friends! And then this instead! . . . My heart really aches." Her well-bred if anxious whisper was covered by the voice of professor Moorsom discoursing subtly down the short length of the dinner table on the Impermanency of the Measurable to his venerable disciple.
Felicia Moorsom faced him suddenly, her splendid black eyes full on his face as though she had made up her mind at last to destroy his wits once and for all. Dazzled, he lowered his eyelids slowly. "Mr. Renouard! There is something strange in all this. Tell me where he is?" He answered deliberately. "On the other side of this rock. I buried him there myself."
Moorsom must have concluded that it was more truly paternal, more prudent too, and generally safer all round to let himself be dragged into this chase. The aunt came along for the same reasons. It was given out at home as a trip round the world of the usual kind.
Perhaps your deliberate opinion could influence . . ." "You want Miss Moorsom to give it up?" The professor turned to the young man dismally. "Heaven only knows what I want." Renouard leaning his back against the balustrade folded his arms on his breast, appeared to meditate profoundly.
Renouard and Miss Moorsom emerged from the shadows side by side, a well-matched couple, animated yet statuesque in their calmness and in their pallor. She had let go his wrist. There came a dead pause. All the faces had in them something dismayed and cruel. "Excuse my excitement. You are the very man, Renouard. Didn't you tell me that your assistant called himself Walter? Yes? Thought so.
There was no doubt about the character being cleared but where the cleared man was nobody could tell. Another sensation in society. And then Miss Moorsom says: 'He will come back to claim me, and I'll marry him. But he didn't come back. Between you and me I don't think he was much wanted except by Miss Moorsom. I imagine she's used to have her own way.
It was with a sort of apprehension that Renouard looked forward to seeing Miss Moorsom. And strangely enough it resembled the state of mind of a man who fears disenchantment more than sortilege. But he need not have been afraid. Directly he saw her in a distance at the other end of the terrace he shuddered to the roots of his hair. With her approach the power of speech left him for a time. Mrs.
To block the entrance to Ostend: Sirius and Brilliant. At Dover Warwick, flagship of Vice-Admiral Keyes; Phoebe, North Star, Brigadier, Trident, Mansfield, Whirlwind, Myngs, Velox, Morris, Moorsom, Melpomene, Tempest and Tetrarch. To damage Zeebrugge Submarines C-1 and C-3. A special picket boat to rescue crews of C-1 and C-3.
In about three minutes, Captain Moorsom, who had led the party to their relief, appeared at the entrance-hole of the shed, and they beckoning to him, he entered. It was by the admirable arrangements of this officer that the little band were brought safely off, and soon after reached the palace, with the rearguard of the 90th.
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