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So I brought him home with me and tried to comfort him, but I fear " Peterby sprang suddenly to his feet and Mr. Bimby started and turned to glance fearfully towards the door which was quivering beneath the blows of a ponderous fist. Therefore Barnabas rose and crossing the room, drew the latch.
Chichester's narrowed eyes; "it's heavy you'll find, and should this person presume to interfere, knock him down with it." "Yes, sir," said Peterby, and took the stick accordingly. "But oh, Gad!" exclaimed Dalton, "I tell you this can't go on!" "Indeed, I hope not," said Barnabas; "but it is for Mr. Chichester to decide. I am ready for the count when he is." But Mr.
You are satisfied with the coat, I hope, sir?" "Perfectly, John, and should a letter come while I am at the banquet you will send it on at once, John." "At once, sir!" nodded Peterby, crouching down to view his young master's shapely legs in profile. "Mr.
"Very true, sir." "These clothes were good enough for the country, Peterby, but " "Exactly, sir!" answered Peterby, bowing. "Hum!" said Barnabas, with a quick glance. "Though mark you," he continued argumentatively, "they might be worse, Peterby; the fit is good, and the cloth is excellent. Yes, they might be a great deal worse." "It is possible, sir," answered Peterby, with another bow.
And so I am going away to a place I have heard described by a pedler of books as 'the worst place in the world' and indeed I think it is." "Sir," said Peterby, "when do we start?"
"It is my earnest desire to prove it, sir." "And yet," said Barnabas, with his gaze still turned ceiling-wards, "I would have you even more than this, Peterby." "More, sir?"
With this grisly spectre at his elbow Barnabas rose and dressed, and went downstairs to make a pretence of breaking his fast. "Sir," said Peterby, watching how he sat staring down moodily at the table, "sir, you eat nothing." "No, John, I'm not hungry," he answered, pushing his plate aside. "By the way, did you find the cottage I mentioned in my note? Though, indeed, you've had very little time."
But now Peterby, who had been eyeing Mr. Smivvle very much askance, ventured to step forward. "Sir," said he, "may I remind you of your appointment?" "I hadn't forgotten, Peterby; and good day, Mr. Smivvle." "Au revoir, sir, delighted to have had the happiness. If you should chance ever to be in Worcestershire, the Hall is open to you. Good afternoon, sir!"
"Sir," answered Peterby, shaking his head, "it is a life study, and, so far as I know, there are only two people in the world who understand it aright; Beau Brummell was one, and, because he was the Beau, had London and the World of Fashion at his feet." "And who was the other?"
But when they realized the state of mind of the strange woman, they calmed down. They wrapped her in a dry raincoat and put her in the back of the big car. She remained quietly there with Jennie's Aunt Kate while Ruth related her adventure with Mr. Peterby Paul and the "Whosis." "Goodness!" gasped Helen, "I guess he named her rightly.
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