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Notwithstanding his failing health, and not infrequent absence from his parish for he occasionally visited the Isle of Wight, Hastings, and other watering-places with his Hampstead friends Crabbe was living down at Trowbridge much of the unpopularity with which he had started.
She had been aware, as she tried to talk to Warren Trowbridge, of Trixton Brent's glance, and of a certain hostility from Mrs. Chandos that caused her now to grow warm with a kind of shame when she thought of it. But she could not deny that this man had for her a fascination. There was in him an insolent sense of power, of scarcely veiled contempt for the company in which he found himself.
Is that a proper letter to come from a clergyman of the Church of England to to to " the Marquis longed to say to the Marquis of Trowbridge; but he did not dare so to express himself before his son, "to the landlord of his parish?" "A red-brick chapel, just close to your lodge, isn't nice, you know." "He has got no lodge," said the Marquis. "And so we thought we'd build him one.
"I know the old combination. I wonder if it has been changed?" "Lem Trowbridge was saying only this morning," said Wade thoughtfully, for he was beginning to catch her meaning, "that if we could only get proof of something crooked we might...." "Well, I think we can," Dorothy interrupted.
Professor Trowbridge then mentioned a method which he had suggested some years ago for telegraphing across the ocean without a cable, the method having been suggested more for its interest than with any idea of its ever being put in practice.
Dorothy explained that she had set out to find him in company with the man she had met at the big pine; but on the way they had met Santry and the three cowboys. One of the men had then ridden on to Bald Knob after Trowbridge, while the rest had come straight to Coyote Springs. She tried to speak quietly, but she could not keep the song of happiness out of her voice, or the love out of her eyes.
I had to go this morning in the Lords service to Trowbridge, feeling assured that His time had now come for my going, and it required indeed looking at the power, wisdom, and love of our Father, comfortably to leave my dear fellow-labourers, there being nothing in hand. My comfort was that the same kind Father who had provided would provide. Nov. 16. Trowbridge. Monday.
Many times during the ride which followed Trowbridge looked admiringly at his companion as she rode on, untiringly, side by side with him. A single man himself, he had come to feel very tenderly toward her, but he had no hope of winning her.
"A woman never can do anything in a crisis but wait!" Her distress was so pitiable to witness that Trowbridge averted his gaze. "We'll do all that can be done, Dorothy," he assured her. "Trust me for that. Besides " A thought had just flashed into his head which might relieve her sense of helplessness. "Besides, we're going to need you here in town to keep us informed of what goes on."
Brent threw back his head and laughed. "You haven't got it anyway, Warry," he cried. Mr. Trowbridge, who resembled a lean and greying Irish terrier, maintained that he had. "It's a pity you don't ride, Lula. I understand that that's one of the best preventives for gout. I bought a horse last week that would just suit you an ideal woman's horse. He's taken a couple of blue ribbons this summer."
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