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Old Trinder had not sent to the station for me, and it was pelting rain, so I had to drive seven miles in a thing that only exists south of the Limerick Junction, and is called a "jingle". A jingle is a square box of painted canvas with no back to it, because, as was luminously explained to me, you must have some way to get into it, and I had to sit sideways in it, with my portmanteau bucking like a three-year-old on the seat opposite to me.
"Get along!" she indignantly exclaimed. "Don't tell me they fights by candlelight" One of the cheeriest fellows that ever worked for us was a carter called Trinder. He was the father of twenty-one children by the same wife. He never seemed to be worried in the slightest degree by domestic affairs, and was always happy and healthy and gay.
Waddington but that Annie Trinder, at the Manor, had told her aunt, Mrs. Trinder, that Mr. Waddington spoke of Mrs. Levitt as "that horrible woman," and had given orders that she was not to be admitted if she called. It was then felt that there might possibly be more than one side to the question. Then, bit by bit, through the repeated indiscretions of Miss Gregg, the whole affair of Mrs.
It seemed as feasible to ride a horse over it as over the roof of York Minster. I hadn't the vaguest idea what to do or where to go, and I clave to Jerry the Whip. The hounds were scrambling like monkeys along the side of the hill; so were the country boys with their curs; old Trinder moved parallel with them along its base.
That offer which had hung fire in the case of poor Belle Trinder, was not too long delayed on this occasion. Mr. Smithson called in Arlington Street about ten days after the breakfast in Park Lane, before luncheon, and before Lady Kirkbank had left her room.
"Oh, that would be telling. It's just as well you shouldn't know." "Was it as naughty as all that then?" "Yes. Or as nice." They kept it up, lightly, till Partridge and Annie Trinder came, tinkling and rattling with the tea-things outside the door. As if, Mr. Waddington thought, they meant to warn them.
There we came to an anchor close to the shore, and were able to refit much more rapidly than we could have done in any other place. Our crew generally laboured away from sunrise to sunset without complaining. But Howlett and Trinder grumbled at the additional work they had to perform.
Waddington was most conscious of his youth, his brilliance and effect. With an agreeable sense of anticipation he climbed up the slopes of Sheep Street and Park Street, and so into the Square. The house, muffled in ivy, hid discreetly in the far corner, behind the two tall elms on the Green. Mrs. Trinder, the landlady, had a sidelong bend of the head and a smile that acknowledged him as Mr.
'I should think not, indeed, interjected Lesbia. 'But which poor Belle was only too delighted to get. 'Miss Trinder must be very bad style, said Lesbia, with languid scorn, 'and Mr. Smithson is an execrable person. Did she die? 'No, my dear, she is alive poor soul! 'You said she broke her heart. "The heart may break, yet brokenly live on," quoted Lady Kirkbank.
"Go round, Captain!" shouted Trinder; "it's a bad place!" I hardly heard him; I was already putting the filly at it for the second time. It took about three minutes for her to convince me that she and Robert were right, and I was wrong, and by that time everybody was out of sight, swallowed up in the mist.
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