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A solemn procession moved to Study No. 14. Rudd was working. "Hullo, Byzantium," said Mansell. "How goes it?" "Oh, get out, you; I want to work!" "Gentlemen, Mr Rudd wishes to work," Betteridge announced. "The question is, shall he be allowed to? I say 'No!" He suddenly jerked away the chair Rudd was sitting on: the owner of the study collapsed on the floor.
But the one actual visit of a like sort in the past had been kept a secret from her. Now, in the face of the catastrophe, she felt herself overwhelmed. Nevertheless, the necessity for instant action was imperative. She went back into the house, and rang for her maid to take the message to Rudd. Then, she dressed hurriedly for the ride to her father's house.
I may not be as muscular as our friend Ferry, but I haven't given up my morning exercise before my cold plunge since I left college, and I'm in fair shape to hold my own with whoever attempts to take this hammock away from me. Go back to your room, please, Mr. Rudd. I never was more comfortable in my life." To prove it, Jarvis went promptly to sleep, and nearly every one else did the same. Mrs.
What have I to do with servants? 'Well, whether you've much to do with them or little, that's how it was. And nicely she's paid me out, has your niece, Miss Rudd. Of all the trouble I ever had with a girl! And now when she's run away back 'ome, and when I take the trouble to go arfter her, I'm to be insulted and abused as never was! Oh, they're a nice respectable family, those Rudds!
And as Gordon lay thinking over everything in the dark, he came to the conclusion that Davenport was not so very far wrong after all. Cold and nervous, Gordon waited for Rudd in the dark boot-hole under the Chief's study on Pack Monday night just before twelve.
Marston and I want, and we mean to turn the 'Emporium' upside down. But we are not entirely selfish, Tom; we are buying new mosquito netting for you, Mr. Rudd, Mr. Meredith, Mr. Young, and Mr. Lorimer." "How are you going, Marie?" asked Raymond with a smile; "we can't spare the cutter, and you don't want to be drowned in a taumualua. "Ah! we are not the poor, weak women you think we are.
There were the flaxen, the faded straw, the glossy black, the lustrous brown, the dirty yellow, the undecided auburn, and the fiery red. Perhaps his pulse beat more quickly under the red hair of Cynthia Rudd than on account of all the other wristlets put together; it was a sort of gold-tried-in-the-fire-color to John, and burned there with a steady flame.
But Rudd was, after all, a presentable fellow, and yet he did not mind in the least. It was all very strange. Only by trying to see the points of view of others do we get any real idea of the trend of human thought. It is quite useless to start life with fixed standards, and try to bring everyone to realise their virtues.
Polke, you should examine the house and especially that room, for Horbury may have hidden Lord Ellersdeane's property there. A deeply interesting room that!" added the old man musingly. "I haven't been in it for some sixty years or so, but I remember it quite well. It was in that room that Jasper Chestermarke murdered Sir Gervase Rudd."
So she spoke. "I'm sorry to hear that Mrs. Rudd is not at home," she began. "It must be rather lonely in this big house without her." The Governor looked at her and laughed. "Not that I've noticed," he said, and was suddenly seized with a sickness of pity that was the inevitable effect of Lindsay Lee.
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