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Updated: June 11, 2025
This is absolutely necessary, but it means that until the relief is completed the trenches are usually crowded out and one's passage along them is a painful struggle. The nomenclature of trenches is always interesting. Those we were now in borrowed their names from battalion commanders in the Royal Naval Division Parsons Road, Trotman Road, and Mercer and Backhouse Roads.
Very pale then Lady Adela crept in, meeting a weeping maid who was much relieved to see her, but was hardly restrained from noisy sobs. Mr. Trotman, she said, had come just before the garden boy had inevitably dashed up with the tidings, and the household had been waiting till he came out, to secure that he should be near when Lady Northmoor was told.
I like Herbert on the whole, but to have that woman reigning as Madame Mere would be awful. 'Nay, I trust we are not coming to that! Trotman says it is a thoroughly severe attack, but not abnormally malignant, as he calls it.
The unhappy men who were working in the stoke-holes and tending the furnaces were the sufferers by this catastrophe. Believing that one of the boilers had exploded, fears were entertained that the whole body of stokers and engineers attending the paddle engines were killed. Mr Trotman went down the air-shaft communicating with the other boilers.
Every man I chalked up was of the same opinion as the landlord of the Cat and Fiddle, and always thought that Mowbray would rally. That's the killing feature of these times, Mrs Trotman, there's no rallying in the place." "I begin to think it's the machines," said Mrs Trotman. "Nonsense," said Mr Trotman; "it's the corn laws. The town of Mowbray ought to clothe the world with our resources.
"I have seen a many things in my time Mrs Trotman," said Chaffing Jack as he took the pipe from his mouth in the silent bar room of the Cat and Fiddle; "but I never see any like this. I think I ought to know Mowbray if any one does, for man and boy I have breathed this air for a matter of half a century.
Why, there was an account of him once in the London Magazine. He's the famous vet he lives at Epsom." Radmore lay back, and whistled thoughtfully. Timmy went on eagerly. "Last year there was a man near here who thought he had a mad dog and he took him to Trotman. Trotman kept him for ever so long, and it turned out that the dog was not mad at all. I know that Josephine isn't mad."
"If you'll wait here, I'll get my husband." While Mrs. Trotman had left the room, Radmore remarked: "I've made up my mind what to say to Trotman, so please don't interrupt." And Timmy listened silently to the explanation his godfather gave of Josephine's strange behaviour of the night before.
"And what will the Capitalists have to spend?" said Devilsdust. "Worse and worse," said Mr Trotman, "you will never get institutions like the Temple re-opened on this system." "Don't you be afraid Jack," said Mick, tossing off his tumbler; "if we only get our rights, won't we have a blowout!"
Josephine is not fit to come back here yet; you know what Dr. O'Farrell said." The colour was coming back into Timmy's face. He had a touching belief in his mother's power of saving him from the consequences of his own naughty actions. "I'm very sorry," he began whimperingly. "It was not my fault, Mum. Even Mr. Trotman said there was nothing the matter with her."
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