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The Sessions have been at the Old Bailey, where these persons, Renatus Harris, John Watts, William Rutland, Henry Gandy, and Thomas Tysoe, were tried at the Old Bailey for setting up policies of insurance that Dublin would be in the hands of some other king than their present majesties by Christmas next: the jury found them guilty of a misdemeanor."
Round the walls of the parlour were hung his own drawings, which used to conceal the bareness of his lodging in Tysoe Street. It was three years since he had touched a pencil; the last time having been when he made holiday with Michael Snowdon and Jane at the farm-house by Danbury Hill. The impulse would never come again.
Peckover urged the danger of this excitement, and speedily led the way downstairs. Sidney Kirkwood had a lodging in Tysoe Street, Clerkenwell. It is a short street, which, like so many in London, begins reputably and degenerates in its latter half.
He wished them to be in a decent house, somewhere in Clerkenwell, and the rent was not to be more than a working man could afford. 'You don't know of anything in your street? he asked diffidently. Something in the tone struck Sidney. It half expressed a wish to live in his neighbourhood if possible. In Tysoe Street, however, no accommodation could be found.
A few yards in the direction away from the Square, and Tysoe Street falls under the dominion of dry-rot. It was not until he set forth to go to work next morning that Sidney called to mind his conversation with Jane.
The walls, it is true, were otherwise ornamented than is usual; engravings, chromo-lithographs, and some sketches of landscape in pencil, were suspended wherever light fell, and the choice manifested in this collection was nowise akin to that which ruled in Mrs. Peckover's parlour, and probably in all the parlours of Tysoe Street.
Joseph was soon a familiar visitor in Tysoe Street; he would come about nine o'clock of an evening, and sit till after midnight. The staple of his talk was at first the painfully unnatural relations existing between his father, his daughter, and himself. He had led a most unsatisfactory life; he owned it, deplored it.
Late on Saturday afternoon, Sidney Kirkwood and his friends were back in London. As he drew near to Tysoe Street, carrying the bag which was all the luggage he had needed, Sidney by chance encountered Joseph Snowdon, who, after inquiring about his relatives, said that he had just come from visiting the Hewetts. Mrs.
She assented readily, gladly; all the joy had gone out of the proposed excursion, and she wished Dow to be by herself in quietness. 'I think I'll let you go home alone, Snowdon continued. 'I want to see Mr. Kirkwood, and I dare say I shall find him in, if I walk on at once. They went in different directions, and Snowdon made what speed he could to Tysoe Street.
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