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Albemarle's face expressed a sort of satisfaction, which was reflected on the countenances of Phelips and Luttrell; whilst Trenchard never thought of attempting to dissemble his profound dismay. And this dismay was shared, though not in so deep a measure, by Wilding himself. Trenchard's presence gave him pause; for he had been far, indeed, from dreaming that his friend had a hand in this affair.
It must be remembered that I had not, of course, at this time read any of Trenchard's diary, nor had I seen anything of him since the moment of Semyonov's arrival. My chief impression during the interval had been my memory of Trenchard as I had last seen him, miserable, white-faced, unnerved. I had thought about him a good deal.
Trenchard, I am yearning to kill you and kill you I will, so help me God, unless you draw that curtain and open that door d'ye hear me?" Trenchard's tall form seemed to stiffen, his mocking smile vanished, but his eyes never wavered. Anthony levelled the pistol. "Trenchard," said he softly, "I'll count three!" Then Trenchard laughed lightly.
Trenchard would like better. How was Canon Lasher? Well? Good. They met sometimes at meetings at Polchester. Canon Lasher, Mr. Trenchard believed, liked it better at Polchester than at Clinton. Honestly, it would break Mr. Trenchard's heart if he had to leave the place. But there was no danger of that now. Would Mr. Seymour his wife would be delighted would he stay to luncheon?
Trenchard's, where I found out he had been staying." As Mrs. Harper said this, her husband's eyes literally glared. "You knew where he was staying? Agatha Agatha?" But Agatha's look was fixed on the door, to which her sisters-in-law had gathered hastily. There was a talking outside a welcome as it seemed.
"Shir Rowland Trenchard's affair eh?" "That's it," rejoined Jonathan; "I expect him here every minute. When you've admitted him, steal into the room, hide yourself, and don't move till I utter the words, 'You've a long journey before you. That's your signal." "And a famoush goot shignal it ish," laughed Abraham. "He hash a long journey before him ha! ha!" "Peace!" cried Jonathan.
I fancy that he smiled. Outside I had a desperate absurd thought that I would return and ask him to be kind to Trenchard. As I turned away some one seemed to whisper in my ear: "He's come, you know, to find Marie Ivanovna." Before I give the extracts from Trenchard's diary that follow I would like to say that I do not believe that Trenchard had any thought whatever, as he wrote, of publication.
The same page happens to be quoted exactly in Trenchard's diary on an occasion about which afterwards I shall have to speak. There is an account of the year's work of some New Mexican school and it runs: "Besides the regular class work there have been other features of special merit, programmes of which we append: "Lectures: Rev.
It is not easy for any man, after thirty years' shy shrinking from the world, to shake himself free of superstitions, and such terrors the quiet and retired Polchester had bred in Trenchard's heart as though it had been the very epitome of life at its lowest and vilest. It simply came to this, that he refused to believe that Marie Ivanovna had been given to him only to be taken away again.
She pulled her wimple closer to her face, took him by the arm, and drew him with her into the house. "Close the door," she bade him, and Trenchard, who had stood aside that they might pass in, forestalled him in obeying her. "Now lead me to your room, said she, and Wilding in amaze turned to Trenchard as if asking his consent, for the lodging, after all, was Trenchard's.
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