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With such a pretty face as yours, it is scandalous that the men have allowed you to reach the mature age of twenty-two, unmarried." "It is the fault of the hussy herself," Mr. Tufton said.
He was warmly received, by the ladies, as the friend and companion of Charlie in his adventures; scarcely a letter having been received, from the latter, without mention having been made of his comrade. In a minute or two Mr. Tufton, who had been in the large garden behind the house, hurried in. He was now quite an old man; and under the influence of age, and the cheerful society of Mrs.
On leaving Tufton Street he went to Marsham Street, where he died in 1695. The art students from the gallery now patronize the little room behind the shop for lunch and tea, running across in paint-covered pinafore or blouse, making the scene veritably Bohemian. At the north end of Tufton Street is Great College Street. Here dignified houses face the old wall built by Abbot Litlington.
I was smitten so with the wonders of London that I have lingered here long. But I begin to weary of the life. I would gladly go forth and see new lands, the more so if I could travel with a comrade who knew to frame his tongue to foreign speech;" and here he glanced at Lord Claud, who seemed to him a notable linguist. "You know no tongue but your own, Mr. Tufton?"
However, a warning glance from Charlie closed her lips, just as she was about to express her decided preference for her own name. Mr. Tufton kissed them both, muttering to himself: "I suppose I ought to kiss them. Girls always expect to be kissed at every opportunity. "What are you laughing at, grandniece?"
Albans, Sir Lewis Tufton, Lord Multon, Lord Lascels, and many others; amounting, in the whole, to about eight hundred men-at-arms and twelve hundred archers. The third battalion was commanded by the King, and was composed of about seven hundred men-at-arms and two thousand archers.
Four of them especially were in the full exasperation of hilarity and hate. These were Laurence Hyde, Earl of Rochester; Thomas Tufton, Earl of Thanet; Viscount Hatton; and the Duke of Montagu. "To your tricks, Gwynplaine!" cried Rochester. "Put him out, put him out!" shouted Thanet. Viscount Hatton drew from his pocket a penny, which he flung to Gwynplaine.
To Tufton I said, regarding him with what, without vanity, I may term an expert eye: "You're an old soldier." "Yes, sir." "Guards?" His eyes brightened. "Yes, sir. Seven years in the Grenadiers. Then two years out. Rejoined on outbreak of war, sir." I rubbed my hands together in satisfaction. "I'm an old soldier too," said I. "So Sister told me, sir."
Presently the door opened, and Betty came sailing down the path with a red spot on each cheek, followed by Mrs. Tufton, vociferous. "Sergeant Marigold," cried Betty. "Will you kindly go into that house and fetch out Corporal Tufton's kit-bag?" "Very good, madam," said Marigold. "Sergeant or no sergeant," cried Mrs.
Being a member of the Hospital Committee, I must confess to a bemused share in the popular enthusiasm. And was I not one of the original discoverers of Mrs. Tufton? When Marigold, inspired doubtless by his wife, from time to time suggested disparagement of the incomparable woman, I rebuked him for an arrant scandal-monger. There had been a case or two of drunkenness at the hospital.
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