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Lack of capacity for managing a dog was just what one might have expected from these new-comers. Mr. Wedmore turned his chair to face that of the doctor, and spoke in the sharp, incisive tones of a man who has serious business on hand. "I've been hoping you would drop in every night for the last fortnight," said he, "and as you didn't come, I was at last obliged to send for you.
Wedmore, in a very loud and determined voice, which was supposed to have the effect of frightening her into submission. "And it's all rubbish to think to get around me by calling yourself 'little Doreen, when you're a great, big, overgrown lamp-post of a girl, who can take her own part against the whole county."
"They ought to reward us for our trouble, papa, don't you think?" suggested Doreen. "There! They've begun to reward themselves," said Queenie, as a stone came through one of the windows. Mr. Wedmore was furious. He saw the mistake he had made, but he would not own it.
He must support the tedium of frequent references to the religious element in this part of English history, for without it there would never have been any English history at all. And nothing could clinch this truth more than the case of the Danes. In all the facts that followed, the baptism of Guthrum is really much more important than the Treaty of Wedmore.
Wedmore had great difficulty in persuading the men-servants to come forward and take their places by the partners he chose for them. To get them to choose for themselves was out of the question, after one young gardener had availed himself of the invitation by darting across the floor and asking Miss Queenie, in a hoarse voice and with many blushes, if she would dance with him.
It was, as all men think, the most mighty victory that Alfred had ever gained. Neot would not have our names changed, for he said we had wronged the faith in them not at all. Odda stood for Osmund, as Neot for us. After that was joyous feasting, and the loosing of the chrism bands at Alfred's royal town of Wedmore, whither we went in bright procession through the long summer day.
"They won't they won't go away, Miss, without they get something first," said the butler, who was as white as a sheet. "Tell them," began Mr. Wedmore, in a loud tone of easy confidence, "to take it round to the back door, and and to send a deputation to me in the morning; when er they shall be properly rewarded for their trouble."
"What old tricks and habits do you mean, sir?" "Running after every girl you see, and in defiance of all decency, under your mother's very nose." Mrs. Wedmore would have interposed here, but her husband waved his hand imperially, and she remained silent. Max leaned back in his chair and met his father's eyes steadily. "You have made a mistake, sir, and my mother has made a mistake, too.
But there was never a glimpse of Doreen. "I got your letter, my dear boy," began Mr. Wedmore, holding out his hand with so much heartiness that it was plain he was delighted to be able to forgive his old friend's son, "and I am very glad, indeed, that you have found your way back to us so soon.
As the doctor finished speaking, the door was opened quickly, and Mr. Wedmore came in, looking white and worried. Doreen ran to him with an anxious face. "What have you done, papa, what have you done? Did you see him? What did you say? What did you say?" Mr. Wedmore put his arm around his daughter, and kissed her tenderly.
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