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Updated: May 29, 2025
Thornycroft had a great fancy for putting her harmless fingers into her husband's business matters, for which the chief apology in her friend's eyes was the good little wife's great interest in all that concerned "my James." So Agatha had got into a habit of listening with one ear, saying, "Yes," "No," and "Certainly;" while she thought of other things the while.
It was designed by W. Hamo Thornycroft, R.A. The frontage of the building measures 350 feet, and the grounds, including the site, cover six acres. Dr. John Colet, D.D., Dean of St. Paul's, founded his school in 1509 in St. Paul's Churchyard, but it is not known how far he incorporated with it the then existing choir-school.
"There was a chain fastened to the block by a staple. The other end was fastened to the collar." "How heavy do you think that block was?" "About ten pound, I reckon." "Five," broke in Old Man Thornycroft with a sneer. Mr. Kirby turned to him. "You fetched it with you, didn't you? I told you to. It's evidence. Bob Kelley, go out to Mr. Thornycroft's buggy an' bring that block of wood into court."
Last Friday evenin'. Oh, there ain't no use to deny it, Mrs. Allen! Your boy Davy he stole my dog!" "Mr. Thornycroft" Davy could not see his mother, but he could hear her voice tremble "he did not know whose dog it was!" "He didn't? He didn't?" yelled the old man. "An' him a boy that knows ever' dog for ten miles around!
All this happened before my coming to Thornycroft Farm, but it was I who named the hero and heroines of the romance when Phoebe had told me all the particulars. Yesterday morning I was sitting by my open window.
"Tom Belcher, Bob Kelley! Stop that dog! He's mine!" "Davy!" Mrs. Allen was holding the boy. "Don't don't say anything. You're free to go home. Your record's clear. The dog's his!" "Hold on!" Mr. Kirby had risen from his chair. "You come back here, Mr. Thornycroft. This court's not adjourned yet. If you don't get back, I'll stick a fine to you for contempt you'll remember the rest of your days.
And the tale was already spreading far and wide to the Urquharts at Five Creeks, to Mr Thornycroft at Bundaboo, to Mr Goldsworthy and his parishioners, to the editor of the local paper so that soon the family friends were arriving, to press Mary's hand and condole with her to show her how she had risen in the world, as a woman in the eyes of all.
But next day in town Jim found, as he had been afraid he would find, that it is not easy for a man known primarily as a hunter and fisherman to borrow two hundred dollars. He had not even gone to see Thornycroft. The old man would be glad enough of an opportunity to get the improved place back; Jim knew that. But he did call on the banks.
"Major Harper, of course." "I do not see the 'of course' Mrs. Thornycroft," returned Agatha, rather sharply; then, melting into a smile, she added: "Well, 'of course, as you say; what more likely visitor could I have than my guardian?" "Trustee, my dear; guardians belong to romances, where young ladies are always expected to hate, or fall in love with them." Agatha flushed slightly.
Thornycroft, in place of the massive cast-iron bedplates and columns of the ordinary engines of commerce. The same may be said of the moving parts.
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