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Half a dozen men whom Jimsy had hired pushed the aerial craft rapidly across the field to the starting line. So engrossed was the crowd in watching the other machines that they hardly noticed the arrival of the added starter. But not so Mortlake and his companions.
"I'd a sight sooner take 'ee Hannah meanin' no offence to 'ee miss but if it can't be, why " "Of course it can't, you booby. You know that as well as I do." "Aye. Some other time may be," rejoined Giles grinning afresh. "So 'ee be a-goin' to see the great Mr. Pope? 'Ee'll have to cross by the ferry and 'tis a bit of a walk there from Mortlake but I'll see 'ee safe."
The man of the island had hastened hospitably out to welcome the newcomers. Peggy, Jess and Jimsy exchanged glances. The prospect of spending the afternoon marooned on an island with Fanning Harding and Regina Mortlake, was not alluring. But there was no escape. The next minute the man of the island ushered in his two new guests.
The upper air was black with staves, sticks, and umbrellas, mingled with the pallid hailstones of knobby fists. Yells, and groans, and hoots, and battle-cries blent in grotesque chorus, like one of Dvorák's weird diabolical movements. Mortlake stood impassive, with arms folded, making no further effort, and the battle raged round him as the water swirls round some steadfast rock.
"I did but not as your wife. . . . She's much more suited to Henson Mortlake I always thought so. He'll keep her in order; you never could have done." Jimmy had been standing with his elbow on the mantelpiece; he swung round sharply. "Mortlake; what's he got to do with it?" he asked fiercely. "What the deuce do you mean by dragging him in? It was nothing to do with Mortlake that she she "
Turning, she walked slowly in the direction whence she had come namely, in that of Barnes village and Mortlake. There the quaint riverside houses would afford some shelter and sense of comradeship. "I am sorry to make you come farther out," she said, with an attempt at civility. "That is unexpectedly considerate," he commented.
"Do you mean to say that Mortlake is scoundrel enough to plot against her, too?" "In this way," explained the man, "he means to destroy your aeroplane, leaving the field clear for his own type to be selected by the navy." "The the the ruffian!" panted Roy, now thoroughly aroused. "Tell me more about this."
"Oh, yes always," cried the girl, with a catch in her voice. "Thank you," said Mortlake simply. "I don't I don't dare trust myself to, speak now; to-morrow, perhaps " He strode abruptly through the door and was gone. Old Mr. Harding arose to his feet. "After this affecting tableau, is there anything you wish to say to me, hey?" he grated out. "Nothing, sir," said Mr.
Cynthia extended her hand; she was rather pleased than otherwise to see him. She liked having two strings to her bow; it gave her worldly heart an odd little pang as she met the fierceness of Jimmy's eyes. . . . He was such a dear, she thought. Marnio's was not a place where he could make a scene either, even supposing . . . she shot a quick glance at Mortlake.
The designs were cut up in strips for the weavers' use, and while some strips were destroyed, the rest lay in a warehouse at Arras, till Rubens became aware of their existence, and advised Charles I, to buy the set, to be employed in the tapestry manufactory established by James I. at Mortlake.
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