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And I further declare that I used to be the negotiator of this business, and receive the wine, fruit, etc., and dispose of them agreeable to Mr. Cockle's orders. Witness my hand. Sampson Toovey." The curious historian would like much to know, in case Mr.
She knew nothing of any love of Milly's for him; only was sure that he had not been in love with her, Mildred, when she first knew him; therefore had not cared for her other personality. Who else was possible? With an audible cry she sprang to her feet. "Toovey! Archibald Toovey!"
At any rate, she would dash herself down some gray-precipice into that lake below rather than remain here as the bride of Archibald Toovey. Just as she was registering a desperate vow to that effect a man came climbing up the woodland way to the left, a long-legged man in a knickerbocker suit and gaiters.
Toovey," returned Milly, who had met Archibald Toovey at the Fletchers', and converted his patronizing courtship into imbecile raptures. "But that quite explains your losing an interest in your work. Just for once, I should like to take you away before the end of term. We would go straight to Rome next Monday.
"Oh!" said Mr. Longdon a little blankly. Then as if to retrieve his blankness: "But why do you call her Nancy? Wasn't her name Blanche?" "Exactly Blanche Bertha Vanderbank." Mr. Longdon looked half-mystified and half-distressed. "And now she's Nancy Toovey?" Vanderbank broke into laughter at his dismay. "That's what every one calls her." "But why?" "Nobody knows.
And you remember Nancy, who was handsome and who was usually with them?" he went on. Mr. Longdon looked so uncertain that he explained he meant his other sister; on which his companion said: "Oh her? Yes, she was charming she evidently had a future too." "Well, she's in the midst of her future now. She's married." "And whom did she marry?" "A fellow called Toovey. A man in the City."
Toovey, a young don overflowing with mild intelligence, exclaimed, deferentially: "Really, Master! Really! How extremely interesting! Now do please tell us a great deal about Lady Hammerton." The Master took no notice whatever of Toovey. He sat about a minute longer in his familiar posture, looking before him, his little round hands on his little round knees.
Toovey, while Ian Stewart turned away and made himself pleasant to an unattractive lady-visitor of the Fletchers', who looked shy and left-alone. When Mrs. Fletcher tried to effect a change of partners, Ian explained that he found himself unexpectedly obliged to attend a College meeting at ten o'clock.
The idea was monstrous, it was also grotesque; and even while she plunged despairing fingers in her hair, she laughed so loud that she might have been heard in the corridor. "Mrs. Archibald Toovey! Good Heavens! But that girl was perfectly capable of it." Then she became more than serious and buried her face in her hands, thinking. "If it is Mr.
She rose from a sofa in the corner, leaving Milly seated there; but Mr. Toovey made his way straight to Miss Flaxman, without a glance to right or left, and bending over her before he seated himself at her side, fixed upon her a patronizing, a possessive smile which would have made some girls long for a barbarous freedom in the matter of face-slapping. But Milly Flaxman was meek.
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