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They lay open to the enemy, and if any Uhlans came riding in, or a German officer in a motorcar with three soldiers to represent an army, Calais and Boulogne would be surrendered without a shot. Looking back upon those days the thing seems inconceivable.
They had found it by a happy accident when they weren't looking for it, weren't thinking of it, when they were trying to get out of Sussex and back to London after a long day's motoring in search of houses. It was hidden behind an old rose-red brick wall in a lane, and it was only by standing up in the motorcar that they caught sight of its long line of red-tiled dormer windows.
A firm push from the willing arms of a hundred carles and hinds, and he was in the air. 'Ah, he cried, 'odds bodkins, this is indeed life! Never have I felt such sensations. I will never walk or ride again. I will sell my motorcar and my horses and my boots. Flying is for me for ever!"
She raised her eyebrows, as though in surprise, and her recognition was of the slightest. She passed on and entered a waiting motorcar, accompanied by the two men. Tavernake stood and looked after it. She did not even glance round. Except for that little gesture of cold surprise, she had ignored him. Tavernake, scarcely knowing what he did, turned slowly towards the Strand.
A board with the legend, "Dreever," in large letters showed that they had reached their destination. The station-master informed Lord Dreever that her ladyship had come to meet the train in the motorcar, and was now waiting in the road outside. Lord Dreever's jaw fell. "Oh, lord!" he said. "She's probably motored in to get the afternoon letters.
The Inescapable Reality of Shadowed Experience Evil does not cease to be because it is denied. The acceptance of sense testimony is just as necessary in the region of pain and sickness as in driving a motorcar down a crowded street and the hypothesis of a misleading mortal mind, instead of explaining everything, demands itself an explanation. What Mrs.
"He was well over eighty," replied Collingwood. "Well, thank you again and good-bye I have a motorcar waiting outside there, and I have much to do in Barford when I get back." The two young people accompanied Collingwood into the hall. And Harper suddenly brightened. "I say!" he said. "Have a drink before you go. It's a long way in and out. Come into the dining-room."
"How are you?" she said. "You wouldn't look at me this morning. You seemed as if you didn't want to recognize old friends." Caldew's mind was too preoccupied to meet these rural pleasantries in the same spirit. "Is Miss Heredith in?" he asked, stepping into the hall. "I shouldn't be here talking to you if she was," replied the girl pertly. "She's gone to the village in the motorcar to meet Mr.
There is, perhaps, some excuse for such indifference. No men in the world have more new inventions brought to them than railroad managers, and this was the rankest kind of novelty. It was not, indeed, until a year later, in May, 1881, that the first regular road collecting fares was put in operation a little stretch of one and a half miles from Berlin to Lichterfelde, with one miniature motorcar.
"Now, then, you run away home to Marketstoke, my dear, and tell your grandmother that I'm very much obliged to her, and that I am coming down this evening, with this gentleman, Mr. Viner, and that we shall be obliged if she'll have a nice, plain, well-cooked dinner ready for us at half-past seven. We shall come in my motorcar you can put that up for the night, and my driver too?
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