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Charles Svendt could hardly take his eyes off her, and caught himself wondering what the dooce she had done to herself since last night. For, by Jove! she's as pretty almost as Margaret herself he said to himself.
Vicar and the choir and all who saw, and to the vast enjoyment of Miss Penny and Charles Svendt and all the other youngsters in the place, Punch walked solemnly up the aisle and stood behind them, with slow-swinging tail and a look of anticipation on his gravely interested face, while outside, Scamp, in the hands of some enterprising stickler for forms and ceremonies, rent the air with sharp cries of disappointment.
It was Charles Pixley Charles Svendt Pixley, to accord him fullest justice, which I am most anxious to do who brought her, and to that extent we are his debtors. Though why Pixley should be a Whitefriar passes one's comprehension. His pretensions to literature were, I should say, bounded by his Stock Exchange notebook and his betting-book.
To all other demands he invariably replied, "Can't burn the candle at both ends, my dear sir. The governor charitables for the whole family. He'll give you something if you'll let him head the list and keep it standing." No, we have no fault to find with Charles Svendt. Time came when he was weighed and not found wanting.
And John Graeme devoutly wished he had been so favoured, for, in that case, he could neither have been Margaret's uncle, trustee, nor guardian, and it is possible that there would also have been no Charles Svendt Pixley to trouble the course of his own true love. But of Charles Svendt I have no harsh word to say.
All of which was lost on Charles Svendt, whose chest was going like a steam-pump and whose legs were quivering with the unusual strain. Graeme regretted that he had not been landed on the ladders at Havre Gosselin, where he himself came ashore. He would dearly have liked to follow the portly one up those ladders and heard his comments.
Now what did she mean by that if she really had said it and he had not been dreaming? Was it possible Margaret had come to get away from Jeremiah Pixley and Charles Svendt? On the face of it, it seemed not impossible, for Graeme's only wonder was that she could ever have borne with them so long. His brain was in a whirl.
I can't tell you just exactly what year it is here, but it's somewhere between 1066 and, say, 1200 A.D." "Afraid I don't quite catch on." "Exactly! That's why you'll be off in this scene. We're under feudal law here, with a mixture of Home Rule. We don't care twopence for your English courts, and as for English lawyers, they're not much liked here, I believe." "Rum hole!" mused Charles Svendt.
They wouldn't enjoy it and I wouldn't enjoy it, and I never enjoyed anything so much in my life as that last round." So Hennie took pity on him, and they danced many times amid great applause. "Awfully good of you!" said Charles Svendt, as the dawn came peeping in through the east windows and the open front door; and Mrs.
I have had the pleasure of making her acquaintance and Mr. Graeme's, and I should be sorry for you if you did anything to annoy them. In fact " and he looked so fixedly at Charles Svendt, while evidently revolving some extreme idea in his mind, that that young gentleman's assurance fell several degrees, and he found himself thinking of dungeons and deportation.
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