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"Never heard of him.... Well, let's have a peep-o. Miss Manning and I dine at a quarter to eight. You've been taking some snapshots in the park, I'm told. If they've got any ginger in them " "Probably you will describe them as hot stuff," said Trenholme, laying a portfolio on the wall in front of Sylvia and opening it. "This is a pencil drawing of the great gates," he went on, ignoring Fenley.
Altogether a charming setting for an Elizabethan manor, pastoral, peaceful, quite English, and seeming on that placid June morning so remote from the crowded mart that it was hard to believe the nearest milestone, with its "London, 30 miles." Had Trenholme glanced at his watch he would have discovered that the hour was now half past seven, or nearly an hour later than he had planned.
He put out a large hand and felt the table as he made his clumsy way round it. He looked at nothing in the room but the lamp on the table where Trenholme had lately put it. Trenholme doubted, however, if he saw it or anything else. When he got to the other side, having wandered behind the reflector, he stopped, as if perhaps the point of light, dimly seen, had guided him so far but now was lost.
Robert Trenholme was not now merely of the stuff of which men of the world are made. Could we but know it, a man's mind probably bears to his religion no very different relation from what his body bears; his creed, opinions, and sentiments are more nearly allied to what St. Paul calls "the flesh" than they are to the hidden life of the man, with which God deals.
If a leg was missing, too, there wasn't much of Jim left, was there?" Mary giggled, and Eliza seized the egg again; so Trenholme ran to his sitting-room. Within half an hour he was passing through the High Street, bidding an affable "Good morning" to such early risers as he met, and evidently well content with himself and the world in general.
"By the way, sir," he added, when Trenholme had passed through the wicket, "did you hear a shot fired while you was in the park?" "Yes." "Jer see anybody?" "A keeper, who seemed rather annoyed about the shooting. Some one had fired a rifle." "It sounded like that to me, sir, and it's an unusual thing at this time of the year."
But it was neither the one current of emotion nor the other that caused that dagger-like pain that stabbed her pride to the quick. It was not Robert Trenholme's concerns that touched her self-love. She had gained her own room to be alone. She rehearsed each meeting she had had with Alec Trenholme.
Perhaps the sentiment that actuated the suggestion, even as concerned part of his own inheritance, was nothing more than pugilistic; the idea, however, came to Robert Trenholme as entirely a new one.
Trenholme, and excited by old Cameron's teaching about the end of the world." "I don't think it's the end of the world he's prophesying exactly," said Trenholme, musingly. "The Adventists believe that the earth will not be ruined, but glorified by the Second Advent." "Children should not hear of such abstruse, far-off things," observed Mrs.
"For God's sake, Mr. Trenholme," said he, "let your brother know where you are." Trenholme started: Bates's figure stood not unlike some gnarled thorn that might have appeared to take human shape in the mist. "For God's sake, man, write! If ye only knew what it was to feel the weight of another soul on ye, and one that ye had a caring for!
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