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"The Baptist minister down at my place once waylaid the wife of the Chairman of Quarter Sessions and asked her to run away with him." "That's one of your Nonconformist stories, Southend. I never believe them," said Iver. "Oh, I'm not saying anything. She was a pretty woman. I just gave it as an illustration. I happen to know it's true, because she told me herself."
'Not Penzance then, which I know is your very Ultima Thule; not Penzance, nor yet Orkney. Is there no other place except Southend? 'There is Cromer in Norfolk, perhaps ten hours. 'Is Cromer by the sea? 'Yes; what we call the sea. 'I mean really the sea, Paul? 'If you start from Cromer right away, a hundred miles would perhaps take you across to Holland.
Not only along the road through Barnet, but also through Edgware and Waltham Abbey, and along the roads eastward to Southend and Shoeburyness, and south of the Thames to Deal and Broadstairs, poured the same frantic rout.
"Good-by, George. You're looking very well." "And you're looking very young." "Oh, I finished getting old before you were forty." A thought struck Southend. "You might suggest the viscounty as contingent on the marriage." "I shan't suggest anything till I've seen the boy and I won't promise to then."
We passed Leigh and Southend, the former with its fleet of fishing-smacks and the latter with its long unlovely pier, and then nosed our way delicately into the Jenkin Swatch, that convenient ditch which runs right across the mouth of the Thames.
My relatives do not care for it, and suggest all sorts of conventional places, such as Monte Carlo and Southend, but wherever they go, be it the most beautiful spot on earth, I remain faithful to my discovery, and go to Somewhere Else, where Peace never fails to greet me with the special welcome accorded to an annual visitor. The place grows upon me with every season.
"You must bring Lady Tristram to see me," said Lady Evenswood. "Cecily? Oh well, I'll try." Lady Evenswood smiled and Southend laughed outright. It was not quite the way in which Lady Evenswood's invitations were generally received. But neither of them liked Mina less. It was something to go back to the tiny house between the King's and Fulham Road with the record of such adventures as these.
He added, as essential, that Southend Pier was better than two mile long; so there was water to drownd a man when the tide was in. The attention of very old people may be caught by a familiar word, though such talk as this ripples by unheeded. The sad tale of the Punch's showman the exoteric one, evidently roused no response in the mind of old Mrs.
"How are you, Cousin Sylvia?" he said, crossing to Lady Evenswood, who gave him her hand without rising. "How are you, Southend?" He turned back to Lady Evenswood. "I thought you were alone." He spoke in brusque tones, and he looked at Mina as if he did not know what she might be doing there. His appearance seemed vaguely familiar to her. "We are holding a little conference, Robert.
"And well, I suppose Robert likes it." "Dissimilia dissimilibus," shrugged Southend, fixing his glasses. "It's the only concession to appearances he ever made," sighed Lady Evenswood. "She's a lady, though." "Oh, yes. That's what makes it so funny. If she weren't " "Yes, it would all be natural enough." "But we've been wasting your time, Mr Tristram."
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