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Pless affably, as we felt our way down the steps. "Attar of roses," said I, sniffing. "Umph!" said he. It was quite dark and very damp in the underground passages. I had the curious sensation of lizards wriggling all about me in the sinister shadows.
Mr. Pless did none of these interesting things, so why should I say that he did? He went away with the others at half-past eleven, and that was the end of his first visit to my domain. For fear that you, kind reader, may be disappointed, I make haste to assure you that he was to come again. Of course there was more or less turmoil and I might say disaffection attending his departure.
"Pless us, Cot pless us!" said the Welsh girl, who was quite overpowered by the Irishman's flow of words and she was on the point of having recourse, in her own defence, to her native tongue, in which she could have matched either male or female in fluency; but, to Angelina's great relief, the dialogue between the coachman and Betty Williams ceased. The coachman drew up to Mrs.
Pless approached slowly, evidently having checked his speed on hearing my footsteps on the stairs. "Hello," I said agreeably. "How did you get in?" He surveyed me coolly. "I know the castle from top to bottom, Mr. Smart. To be perfectly frank with you, I tried the secret panel in your study but found the opposite door blocked. You have no objection, I trust, to my looking over the castle?
I wrote to his master of the household, saying that I should like an opportunity to be at the railway station to say good-bye to the Emperor, but was put off on various excuses. Thereafter the Emperor practically abandoned Berlin and lived either in Silesia, at Pless, or at some place near the Western front.
"May I offer you a brandy and soda?" asked Mr. Pless, tapping sharply on the table top with his seal ring. Instantly his French valet, still bearing faint traces of the drubbing he had sustained at Britton's hands, appeared in the bedchamber door. "Thank you, no," I made haste to say. "I am on the water wagon." "I beg your pardon," said Mr. Pless in perplexity. "I am not drinking, Mr.
Hallam had left at the Pless; a tall, strong man, very heavy about the chest and shoulders.... "Why, my dear friend," Calendar was taunting him, "you don't seem overjoyed to see me, for all your wild anxiety! 'Pon my word, you act as if you hadn't expected me and our engagement so clearly understood, at that! ... Why, you fool!" here the mask of irony was cast.
"Welcome to Llanwaetur, welcome to Llanwaetur, and Cot pless hur pretty face," said the old woman, who followed Betty Williams out of the cottage. "Hur's my grandmother, miss," said Betty. "Very likely but let me see my Araminta," cried Angelina: "cruel woman! where is she, I say?" "Cot pless hur! Cot pless hur pretty face," repeated the old woman, curtsying.
Docked boat and walked through mud and water to my knees to Kurgomin. Found there had been a small detention hospital of fifteen beds established by Capt. Fortescue in charge of Capt. Watson, R. A. M. C. Good building at Pless for a hospital of fifty or seventy-five beds, which was necessary to be taken over and used as advance base evacuating hospital after Dvina froze.
"I'm going back to London, to 'tea' and long frock coats I'm done with Cook and seeing sights I'm done with table d'hotes So clear the track you signal man From Sofia to Pless, I'm going straight for London On the Orient Express.
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