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"He treated me very badly I know Neeld won't admit it, but he did. Still I like him and I'd help him if I could." "Well, he atoned for anything wrong by owning up in the end," remarked Southend. "That wasn't for my sake or for Well, it had nothing to do with us. As far as we were concerned he'd be at Blent to-day. It was Cecily Gainsborough who did it." "Yes. I wonder " Iver rose decisively.
Southend was working quietly; aided by Jenkinson Neeld, he had prepared an elaborate statement and fired it in at Mr Disney's door, himself retreating as hastily as the urchin who has thrown a cracker. Lady Evenswood was trying to induce her eminent cousin to come to tea.
"Tried it on he had that game more times than once.... But the boys they took it up, and aimed stones.... And the public kep' its money in its pocket not to encourage noo Frenchified notions not like when they was a boy. So the poor beggar had to jump in off of the end of Southend Pier, and go out with the tide."
The British defense squadrons showed somewhat better generalship and it was not until the tenth of the month that Zeppelins obtained any appreciable advantage in that quarter. But two of the raiders evaded the patrols on the night of May 10, 1915, and dropped bombs upon Westcliff-on-Sea, near Southend, at the mouth of the Thames, a bare twenty-five miles from London.
It is too near the growing and popular Southend for the birds to be other than shy. But as they are not allowed to be shot till the middle of August, they are able to take care of themselves. At the flow of the tide, before the shooting begins, the visitor who makes his way to this distant and unpeopled promontory sees the birds in thousands.
Mina thought great things of the girl, and even greater, if vaguer, of the title. "I should just think so," she replied complacently. There was a limit to the perversity even of the Tristrams. "We mustn't put it too baldly," observed Southend, dangling his eyeglass. "Oh, he'll think more of the thing itself than of how we put it," Lady Evenswood declared.
Neeld did not quite approve of his deceased and respected friend being referred to as "Joe," nor did he desire to discuss in that company what he had and what he had not suppressed in the Journal. "I have used the best of my judgment," he said primly, and was surprised to find Iver smiling at him with an amused approval. "The least likely men break out," Lord Southend continued hopefully.
I've told you what he said." "He could take Blentmouth, you know. It's all very simple." "Well, I'm not sure that our friend Iver isn't keeping that for himself," smiled Southend. "Oh, he can be Lord Bricks and Putty," she suggested, laughing. "Blentmouth would do very well for Harry Tristram." "Well then, what's to be done?" asked Southend. "We must give him a hint, George."
"Then he would feel able to act. It would look merely like putting things back as they were, you see, Mina." "Do you think he means the viscounty?" asked Southend. "It would be so much more convenient. And they could have had an earldom once before if they'd liked." "Oh, twice," corrected Southend confidently. "I know it's said, but I don't believe it. You mean in 1816?" "Yes.
The vessel was wrecked the next morning." I said: "Weren't you a little shaky by Southend Pier one day, and wanted to be thrown overboard?" "Southend Pier!" he replied, with a puzzled expression. "Yes; going down to Yarmouth, last Friday three weeks." "Oh, ah yes," he answered, brightening up; "I remember now. I did have a headache that afternoon. It was the pickles, you know.
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