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Yes, sir." "Where shall the watchful sun, England, my England, Match the master-work you've done, England my own?" quoted the Honourable John Ruffin with deep feeling. Then he added sententiously: "Well, we must by no means check the generous impulses of the young. But before I decide I should like to see your protégée.
And she had everything like the gentry have pictures, and plate, and brass candle-sticks only not so much of them; and I learnt to clean them all. But I expect you'd learn too quickly enough." "I'm sure I'd try," said Millicent. "Yes. If Mr. Ruffin would let you stay for a week or two, I could teach you a lot," said Pollyooly hopefully.
"She was for the time being the daughter of a duke by your appointment," said the Honourable John Ruffin suavely. Mr. Wilkinson waved the detective out of the room, and followed him. At the door he paused to say very heavily: "I shall never trust my eyes again." "No: I shouldn't," said the Honourable John Ruffin gently. "I think another time, if I were you, I should try glasses." Mr.
The Honourable John Ruffin walked briskly down from the sea-wall with a smile of profound pleasure on his face. The perfumed baron had not yet perceived his charge's plight.
I was yet some distance away when I became aware that something untoward was afoot, for, borne to my ears, came a sound of excited voices, dominated all at once by one deep and hoarse and loud in virtuous indignation. "Drunk me beer, I tell 'ee every drop! Drunk me beer at one gullup so quick's a flash the 'eartless ruffin!" Hereupon rose an answering chorus. "Throw 'im out! Duck 'im!
"Oh, yes: I'm nearly sure I could," said Pollyooly; and her deep blue eyes began to shine. "May I smack him if he interferes with us?" "Not on any account unless I am at hand," said the Honourable John Ruffin quickly. "I have a deep, patriotic distrust of the chivalry of Prussian barons. I do not think that this one could be trusted to see fair play.
In truth, I cannot altogether blame it, if people are a little transported, when they conceive all the secular interests of themselves and their families at stake, and yet, at the sight of these heart-burnings, I cannot forbear the exclamation of the sweet-spirited Austin, in his pacificatory epistle to Jerom, on the contest with Ruffin, 'O misera et miseranda conditio!" Wonders, 11.
His black bushy beard, his leggings, and buckskin shirt, his red neckcloth and raccoon cap but above all, the brutal ferocity of his visage, left me in no doubt as to who this character was. The description of the runaway answered him in every particular. He could be no other than Ruffin the man-hunter!
They all rose; and the Honourable John Ruffin said calmly: "How are you, Caroline? I suppose you motored down. Charming weather for motoring." "Very," said the duchess in a terrible voice. "And a charming gathering I find at the end of it." "Yes; sit down and have some tea. You must be thirsty," said the Honourable John Ruffin. "How are you, Caroline?
The Honourable John Ruffin sprang from his chair with a briskness which made Hilary Vance himself jump, and cried in a tone of the liveliest commiseration and dismay: "Good Heavens! Then you're lost lost!" "What do you mean?" said Hilary Vance quite sharply. "I mean that your case is hopeless," said the Honourable John Ruffin in a less excited tone.
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