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One day in the spring of 1839 Langborough was stirred to its depths. No such excitement had been felt in the town since the run upon the bank in 1825, when one of the partners went up to London, brought down ten thousand pounds in gold with him by the mail, and was met at Thaxton cross-roads by a post-chaise, which was guarded into Langborough by three men with pistols.
Compiler of travels, b. at Thaxton, and ed. at Camb., took orders, and held various benefices, including the rectory of St. Martin's, Ludgate Hill.
Bingham, had the Portsmouth postmark on it; but this is in the strictest confidence, and I should never dream of letting it out to anybody but you, but I don't mind you, because I know you won't repeat it, and if my husband was to hear me he'd be in a fearful rage, for there was a dreadful row when I told Lady Caroline at Thaxton Manor about the letters Miss Margaret was getting, and it was found out that it was me as told her, and some gentleman in London wrote to the Postmaster-General about it."
On Monday Langborough was amazed to find Mrs. Fairfax's shop closed. She had left the town. She had taken a post-chaise on Saturday and had met the up-mail at Thaxton cross-roads. Her scanty furniture had disappeared. The carrier could but inform Langborough that he had orders to deliver her goods at Great Ormond Street whence he brought them. Mrs.
February had passed, like January, for most of the fellows, in a bad dream of unpaid bills. March was going in much the same way. This is the best account Clifford, Elliott and Rowden could have given of it. Thaxton and Rhodes were working. Carleton was engaged to a new pretty girl the sixth or seventh. Satan found the time passing delightfully.
"Colonel Temple Talcott of F'okeer County, Virginia, came into Talcottville one mornin', suh, a town settled by his ancestors, ridin' upon his horse or rather a mule belongin' to his overseer. Colonel Talcott, suh, belonged to one of the vehy fust families in Virginia. He was a son of Jedge Thaxton Talcott, and grandson of General Snowden Stafford Talcott of the Revolutionary War.
"Come on, we're off," shouted Thaxton from the stairway. Clifford seized Gethryn's arm, Elliott and Rhodes crowded on behind. A small earthquake shock followed as the crowd of students launched itself down the stairs. "Braith doesn't approve of my cutting the atelier so often," said Gethryn, "and he's right. I ought to have stayed." "Reggy going to back out?" cooed Clifford. "No," said Rex.
"Do you want to get us all into hot water?" whispered Thaxton. "Monsieur is of the Commune?" inquired a little man, suavely. And, the devil still prompting Clifford, he answered: "Because I whistled the Carmagnole? Bah!" The man scowled. "Look here, my friend," said Clifford, "my political principles are yours, and I will be happy to drink at your expense."
Been fired on by the soldiers once. Pont Neuf and the Arc guarded by cannon. Carleton came hurrying up. "The French students are loose and raising Cain. We're going to assist at the show. Come along." "No," growled Braith, and looked hard at Rex. "Oh, come along! We're all going," said Carleton, "Elliott, Gethryn, the Colossus, Thaxton, Clifford." Braith turned sharply to Rex.
Thaxton received a heavy kick in the ribs, which sent him reeling against Carleton. Clifford knocked two men down in as many blows, and, springing back, stood guard over Thaxton until he could struggle to his feet again. Elliott got a sounding thwack on the nose, which he neatly returned, adding one on the eye for interest. Gethryn and Carleton fought back to back.
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