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They wanted to explain and orate and show the entire necessity of everything they had done. Mr. Polly was convinced he had never been so absolutely correct in all his life as when he planted his foot in the sanitary dustbin, and Mr. Rusper considered his clutch at Mr. Polly's hair as the one faultless impulse in an otherwise undistinguished career.
Boomer was dancing about and swearing and shouting; this direct attack upon his apparatus outraged his sense of chivalry. The rest of the brigade hovered in a disheartened state about the rescued fire escape, and tried to piece Boomer's comments into some tangible instructions. "Hi!" said Rusper from the window. "Kik! What's up?" Gambell answered him out of his helmet. "Hose!" he cried.
The servant had seemed oddly silent that morning. "We are going to Rusper," said Ralph. "Yes, sir." "Mistress Margaret is there." "Yes, sir." "She will come away with us. I may have to send you on to Overfield with her. You must find a horse for her somehow." "Yes, sir." There was silence between the two for a minute or two. Mr.
Polly called upon the ironmonger only with the completest air of casuality. And everything they said to each other led now to flat contradiction and raised voices. Rusper had been warned in vague and alarming terms that Mr. Polly insulted and made game of him; he couldn't discover exactly where; and so it appeared to him now that every word of Mr.
And I told her, of course, about Rusper. I think we owe her something. And I think too from what I saw of her that she might make her way with your mother." "It might succeed," said Chris doubtfully, "but it is surely difficult for her to come " "I know yes with Ralph and her betrothal. But if we can ask her, surely she can come. I can tell her how much we need her.
Polly suddenly, releasing himself from the Anglo-Japanese grip and holding out his hands for his bicycle. Rusper with an air of one who has given a lesson. The testimony of Mrs. Rusper continued relentlessly in the background. "You'll hear of me through a summons," said Mr. Polly, preparing to wheel his bicycle. Rusper. Someone handed Mr. Polly a collar. "This yours?" Mr.
Rusper standing behind the counter half hidden by a trophy of spades and garden shears and a knife-cleaning machine, and by her expression he knew instantly that she understood. The conversation paled and presently Mr. Polly withdrew. After that, estrangement increased steadily. Mr. Rusper ceased altogether to come over to the outfitter's, and Mr.
Presently a hundred ready hands were unrolling and spreading and tangling up and twisting and hopelessly involving Mr. Rusper's stock of hose, sustained by an unquenchable assurance that presently it would in some manner contain and convey water, and Mr. Rusper. Next door to the fire station was Mantell and Throbson's, the little Fishbourne branch of that celebrated firm, and Mr.
It informed him that he had the writer's approval, and that she was thankful to have one son at least who was a man, and described further how his father and Mary had come back, and without Margaret, and that she supposed that the Abbess of Rusper had taken her back. "Go on, my son," she ended, "it will be all well.
He was the more pleased as the house had been rather lonely in their absence, since the two daughters were both from home, Mary with her husband, Sir Nicholas Maxwell, over at Great Keynes, and Margaret at her convent education at Rusper: and he himself had had for company his wife alone.
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