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I would point out, however, that in addition to the offence with which he is charged, this fellow was guilty of violent and disgusting language, and, further, of resisting the police." But his colleagues made no further protest, and Thomas Edwards, having but two coppers to his name, was conducted below to the cellarage, there to await transference to the County Jail. "Selina Trudgian!"
At the top of it, the Inspector, lifting his head above the broken flooring to shout for help, broke into furious profanity; for there, in the empty court-room, stood young Trudgian and his wife, covered, indeed, with white dust, but blissfully wrapt in their own marvellous escape; and young Trudgian for the moment was wholly preoccupied in probing with two fingers for a piece of plaster which had somehow found its way down his Selina's back between the nape of the neck and the bodice.
"He used no violence, I hope?" "I d don't know what you'd c call violence, my lady, but he pitched Mr. Trudgian through the window." "That seems to border on violence," said Lady Piers with a faint smile. "But who is Mr. Trudgian?" "He's my lawyer, and he comes from Penzance." "I see." Lady Piers paused and added, "Was it not a little rash to introduce this Mr. Trudgian?
Roger?" "My husband did, my lady." "Oh!" There was a world of meaning in Lady Piers' "oh!" Even a good and happy wife may be allowed to know something of men's weakness. "And Mr. Trudgian, I suppose, put that down on parchment?" Mrs. Stephen gazed for a moment disconsolately out of the window, and rose to go. "Nay," Lady Piers commanded, "you must sit down for a while and rest.
"Drop it, you fool, and lend a hand!" objurgated the Inspector; whereupon Mrs. Trudgian turned about, bridling. "You leave my Tom alone, please! A man's first call is on his wedded wife, I reckon." The rescued magistrates were lifted out, carried forth into fresh air, and laid on the turf by the wayside to recover somewhat while the rescuers again wiped perspiring brows.
She might have summoned what more natural at such a time? her old father, the fisherman, over from Porthleven; but she argued it out with herself, and decided that his presence would be a protection rather apparent than real, and might easily set Roger suspecting. Even less politic would be the presence of her Penzance lawyer, Mr. Alfonso Trudgian.
I took the goods round by way of Penzance, meaning to deliver them on the return journey; but in Market-jew Street whom should I run up against but the widow herself, sporting it on the arm of a lawyer-fellow called Trudgian. 'Hullo, mistress! says I, 'I've a pack of goods belonging to you that I'm taking round to Porthleven. So she asked what they were, and I told her.
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