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"Of course I don't know who comes here, or who stays here when the family is in town," he went on. "I simply come up and look after the place with my wife." "Then you were away in Swanage during the first week of November?" I asked very seriously. "Yes, we went down on the last day of October, and we were back here in the middle of November.
I went up and down the main street of little Swanage, announcing the tidings right and left. The community all knew that Carl was in Germany to take some kind of an examination, though it all seemed rather unexplainable. Yet they rejoiced with me, the butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker, without having the least idea what they were rejoicing about. Mrs.
At Southampton she "waved" to Frieda; Frieda was on her way down to join them at Swanage, and Mrs. Munt had calculated that their trains would cross. But Frieda was looking the other way, and Margaret travelled on to town feeling solitary and old-maidish. How like an old maid to fancy that Mr. Wilcox was courting her!
Hurrah for riches!" "For riches!" echoed Mrs. Munt, having, as it were, at last secured her nut. "Yes. For riches. Money for ever!" "So am I, and so, I am afraid, are most of my acquaintances at Swanage, but I am surprised that you agree with us." "Thank you so much, Aunt Juley. While I have talked theories, you have done the flowers." "Not at all, dear.
Did you ever hear of them, Parisienne mamma? Small blame to you, if not, because one can't know everything; but they are worth seeing; and the Swanage harbour is a little dream. The town is good, too.
"In either case one can class it as reassuring." Mrs. Munt sighed. She was going back to Swanage on the morrow, just as her nieces were wanting her most. Other regrets crowded upon her: for instance, how magnificently she would have cut Charles if she had met him face to face. She had already seen him, giving an order to the porter and very common he looked in a tall hat.
Then there was Peter, dear old Peter, the Austrian student at our pension, who took us everywhere, brought us gifts, and adored the babies until he almost spoiled them. From Munich we went direct to England. Vicissitudes again in finding a cheap and fit place that would do for children to settle in. After ever-hopeful wanderings, we finally stumbled upon Swanage in Dorset.
Papa was of opinion that it was formed by natural causes. Getting under weigh from Swanage, we stood round Peveril Point and Durlestone Head. The wind being off shore, we kept close in with the coast, which consists of high cliffs full of fossils, we were told. As we were passing Saint Alban's, or Saint Aldhelm's Head, we got out our mackerel lines.
Always a good judge of character for business purposes, he seemed this afternoon to enlarge his field, and to note qualities outside neatness, obedience, and decision. "I want to go over the whole house," she announced when they arrived. "As soon as I get back to Swanage, which will be to-morrow afternoon, I'll talk it over once more with Helen and Tibby, and wire you 'yes' or 'no." "Right.
Who are those ladies holding a Court, where Mr. Radnor is? 'Lady Carmine, Lady Swanage if it is your wish? interposed the colonel. She dealt him a forgiving smile. 'And that pleasant-looking old gentleman? Colonel Corfe drew-up. Fenellan said: 'Are we veterans at forty or so? 'Well, it 's the romance, perhaps! She raised her shoulders.
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