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Mary, abashed, drew herself away, and slipped into the sitting-room, a hand upon her tumbled hair; the doctor, wise in his honesty, slashed at the situation without delay. "See here, Mr. Oldfield," said he, "whether you've slept or not, you've got to come right over to parson's with me, and straighten him out. He's all balled up. You are as bad as the rest of us.
But go on, Sammul Jacob, I mean." Samuel then proceeded to describe his voyage, his attachment to Frank Oldfield, his landing in Australia, and subsequent separation from his master till he joined him again at Tanindie. He then went on to tell about his life at the diggings, and his conversion under the preaching of the faithful missionary.
Somebody in the Bible says, 'Oh, that mine enemy would write a book! I say, 'Oh, that he would write a letter without consulting his solicitor." It was Lady Bassett's cue now to make light of troubles. "What does it matter, Mr. Oldfield? All they want is money. Yes, offer them a thousand pounds to leave him in peace." So next day Mr.
My unhappy taste would be broken through by the time the voyage was over, as I should never so much as see beer, or wine, or spirits; and the fresh sea-air would be a better tonic than porter, wine, or ale; so that you would have no need to fear about my health." Lady Oldfield did not reply for several minutes.
It was bruited abroad that the presence of Nicholas Oldfield was necessary for the success of the celebration; and now young men but lately engaged in unprofitable warfare rode madly over the county in search of him. They inquired for him at taverns; they sought him in farmhouses where he had been wont to lodge.
"She was to be seen on the terrace at Windsor, walking with the consorts of dukes, and with countesses, and wives of English barons, and the whole gay group might be heard calling one another by their Christian names." No wonder that the women of fashion, none of them saints, loved Oldfield and winked at the elasticity of her moral ethics.
I was dining at the Carlton with Sir Joshua Oldfield, the famous surgeon, you know. He performed a silly little operation on me last year, and since then we've been great friends. Dale and some sort of baby boy were dining there, too, and afterwards, in the lounge, Sir Joshua introduced them to me. Dale asked me if he could call. I said 'Yes. Perhaps I was wrong. Anyhow, voila!
I am, Sir, your most humble servant, GEORGE POWELL." Poor dashing, dissipated, brandy-bibbing George! It all came from the jealousy of Mrs. "Mr. Wilks," says Victor, "soon reduced this clamor to demonstration, by an experiment of Mrs. Oldfield and Mrs. Wilks. I am, from my own knowledge thoroughly convinced that Mr. Wilks had no other regard for Mrs.
"I fear not, sir; Mr Oldfield has left nothing behind him except his Bible and Prayer-book, which he asked me to accept as a token of his kind feeling and regard, he was good enough to say." "His Bible and Prayer-book! Oh, let me look at them," exclaimed Lady Oldfield. Mrs Jones brought them. The Prayer-book was one given him on his twelfth birthday by his mother.
"Do you know it yourself?" said the other keen hand. Mr. Oldfield smiled haughtily, but said nothing. Wheeler had hit the mark. "By the by," said the latter, "there is another little matter. Sir Charles assaulted me for doing my duty to my client. I mean to sue him. Here is the writ; will you accept service?" "Oh, certainly, Mr.
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