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Polly Wetherby had a little monkey, and just because it bit Mr Pickering he shot it. 'Pickering! 'Yes. He wasn't the sort of man I should have expected to do a mean, cruel thing like that. It sickened me. I gave him back his ring then and there. Oh, what a relief it was! What a fool I was ever to have got engaged to such a man. Bill was puzzled.
Nancy Wetherby never rocked her grandson again, but for days she haunted the nursery, happy if she could but tie the baby's moccasins or hold his brush or powder-puff; yet a week had scarcely passed when John's wife said to her: "Mother, dear, I wouldn't tire myself so trotting upstairs each day to the nursery. There isn't a bit of need Mary and Betty can manage quite well.
'But but but was all he could contrive to say. 'Why should we think you did it? said Lady Wetherby, bitterly. 'You had a grudge against the poor brute for biting you. We find you hiding here with a pistol and a story about burglars which an infant couldn't swallow.
He was glad that she put it like that. 'Yes. It came round our way last night. 'Where is that? 'I am staying at a farm near here, a place they call Flack's. The monkey got into one of the rooms. 'Yes? 'And then er then it got out again, don't you know. Lady Wetherby looked disappointed. 'So it may be anywhere now? she said.
When, after her mother's funeral, her aunt, Mrs. Wetherby, had offered to take him home with her and bring him up as her own, Hannah had felt for a time as if she could not let him go and leave her there alone; but when she thought of all the benefit it would be to him, and saw how much he wished it, she stifled every selfish feeling, for his sake, and saw him leave her without a sign of the pain at her heart, or the unutterable longing she had for his companionship.
You can't get away from the fact that this summer there have been half a dozen burglaries down here, and nobody has found out who did them. Lady Wetherby looked at him indulgently. 'And now, she said, 'having got us scared stiff, what are you going to do about it? 'I am going, he said, with determination, 'to take steps. He went out quickly, the keen, tense man of affairs.
I'll come and take another look at it. Lord Wetherby shook his head. 'I should have a model. An artist cannot mirror Nature properly without a model. I wish you would invite that child down here. 'No, Algie, there are limits. I wouldn't have him within a mile of the place. 'Yet you keep Eustace. 'Well, you made me engage Wrench. It's fifty-fifty.
And illumination broke upon him also. For Dudley Pickering, in the first moment of their meeting, had recognized Bill as the man who had been lurking in the grounds and peering in at the window, the man at whom on the night when he had become engaged to Claire he had shouted 'Hi! 'Where's Claire, Dudley? asked Lady Wetherby. Mr Pickering withdrew his gaze reluctantly from Bill. 'Gone upstairs.
The next moment his face lighted with joy very like that of the years long ago. "Mother!" he cried. "I know what you can do for me. I want a pair of wristers red ones, just like those you used to knit!" It must have been a month later that John Wetherby, with his two elder sons, turned the first corner that carried him out of sight of his house.
"Cap is a-providing, sure enough," Sam Wetherby remarked. "They are both written to the pretty Helen Kemble that he used to make eyes at in the singing-school. I guess he thinks that you might stop a bullet as well as himself, Jim." "It's clear he thinks your chances for taking in lead are just as good," replied Jim. "But come, I'm one of them fellows that's never hit till I am hit.
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