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Simcox was like that, and was short and had two little bunchy grey whiskers, and wore always a pepper and salt jacket suit, unbuttoned, the pockets of which always bulged and the skirts of which, containing the pockets, always swayed and flapped.
She had not good health in the week immediately following that great day. She did not feel well. She did not look very well. Mr. Simcox, profoundly sympathetic to every mood of her who was at once his protege and his support, told her he thought she had been overdoing it.
John's Eve, please your honour." But our triumph over the Irishman abates, when we recollect in the History of England, and in Shakspeare, the case of Saunder Simcox, who pretended to be miraculously and instantaneously cured of blindness at St. Alban's shrine. Since we have bestowed so much criticism on the blunder of a beggar-man, a word or two must be permitted on the blunder of a thief.
It may be a most excellent house but it may not be in the least the house most suitable to his requirements." Rosalie nodded intelligently. "But how is a man to find out, Mr. Simcox?" "Why, I suppose only by going round to every company and choosing the best, just as I make out and send around these cases of mine.
"What do you mean by rushing in, in this idiotic fashion?" "Oh, my lord!" gasped Simcox. "Something's something's happened. Oh, it's awful! It's the Marquess's man Mr. Jenkins he's just been to call his lordship and and oh, my lord, it's 'orrible!" Heyton rose, gripping the back of the chair. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "What the devil are you talking about?"
It was the adjusted image to which she had brought that other perception of men which, running parallel with the perception of their superior position, had permeated her childhood years. She's left the school! She's living in the splendid house in Pilchester Square looking for a post! She's found a post! She's private secretary to Mr. Simcox! She's left the splendid house in Pilchester Square!
Roodle-Hoops what you are going to do. The dear child!" But nothing done. Just that glimpse and then comes Mr. Simcox. Mr. Simcox was first met by Rosalie while walking with Aunt Belle and beautiful cousin Laetitia in the Cromwell Road.
Sim-cox had put an infinitely better before him. "If he had come to me before his marriage when he was first taking out a policy in his wife's favour, I could have saved him and gained her hundreds, literally hundreds," said Mr. Simcox. "He'd made a most awful mess of the business. As it was I helped him very considerably. He was very grateful, devilish grateful.
"Indeed," agreed Aunt Belle, "you don't seem to have much time to spare. I expect you're getting very rich and disagreeable." Mr. Simcox declared that as to that his business wasn't one to get rich at. "In no sense. Oh, no, in no sense. It keeps me occupied. It gives me an interest. That's all. No more than that." As to Mrs.
"Different companies specialize," said Mr. Simcox, "in different classes of risk. A man should no more walk into one of the leading offices just because it happens to be one of the leading offices and there take out his policy or policies than he should walk into and take for occupation the first vacant house he sees, merely because it is, as a house, a good house.
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