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Devar, gazing darkly at Cynthia's too innocent discovery of Medenham standing on the tiny quay, came the Welsh maid, saying: "Beg pardon, mam, but iss your chauf-feur's name Fitz-roy?" "Yes." "Then he iss wan-ted on the tel-e-phone from Her-e-ford, mam." "There he is, below there, near the river." Mrs.
And again, what had Cynthia meant when she referred at Chepstow to the "Norman baron scowl" with which "Fitzroy" had favored Marigny? Was she, too, in the secret? Unhappy Mrs. Devar! She glowered at the darkening Wye, and wriggled on her chair in torture. "Wass it all right a-bout the tel-e-phone, mam?" said a soft voice at her ear. She started violently, and the maid was contrite.
From under the torn quilt the man stared back at me, with much of his old penetration, despite the fever that racked him. "I want Lisbeth," were his first words to me. I shook my head. "She cannot come just now," I told him, hand on his wrist. "But we are here to do everything for you." "Tel-e-phone her," he said with his old emphasis on each syllable, "and tell her that I'm dy-ing.
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