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You were kind enough to ask me to visit you in the country, but it will be two weeks before you go to the Country, and in those two weeks " "You must come here at once, Lord Wisbeach. To-night. To-day." "I think that would be the best plan." "I cannot tell you how grateful I am for all you are doing." "You have been so kind to me, Mrs.
She could combine the installation of a detective with the nicest respect for her ally's feelings by the simple process of engaging one without telling Lord Wisbeach anything about it. The telephone stood at her elbow, concealed at the express request of the interior decorator who had designed the room in the interior of what looked to the casual eye like a stuffed owl.
Why not put your cards on the table? We've both got in here on the same lay, and there's no use fighting and balling the thing up." "Do you wish me to understand," said Jimmy, "that you are not my old friend, Lord Wisbeach?" "No. And you're not my old friend, Jimmy Crocker." "What makes you think that?" "If you had been, would you have pretended to recognise me upstairs just now?
Do you mean that one?" "Yes. Who is he?" "Well, I like that!" said Ann. "Considering that you introduced him to us! That's Lord Wisbeach, who came to uncle Peter with a letter of introduction from you. You met him in Canada." "I remember now. I ran across him in British Columbia. We camped together one night. I'd never seen him before and I didn't see him again.
This remark stopped him in mid-descent. "Another!" Mrs. Pett glanced at the clock. "Lord Wisbeach is coming to lunch." "Lord Wisbeach!" cried Ann. "He doesn't know Jimmy." "Eugenia informed me in London that he was one of your best friends, James." Ann looked helplessly at Jimmy.
"Yes, I was talking to you." Lord Wisbeach followed his superstructure into the room. He was outwardly all that was bland and unperturbed, but there was a wary look in the eye that cocked itself at Jimmy, and he did not move far from the door. His fingers rested easily on the handle behind him. He did not think it probable that Jimmy could have heard of his visit to Mrs.
The district was thus effectually opened up for navigation, and a convenient transit afforded for coals and other articles of consumption. Wisbeach became accessible to vessels of much larger burden, and in the course of a few years after the construction of the Nene Outfall, the trade of the port had more than doubled. Mr.
Up, and my father being gone to bed ill last night and continuing so this morning, I was forced to come to a new consideration, whether it was fit for to let my uncle and his son go to Wisbeach about my uncle Day's estate alone or no, and concluded it unfit; and so resolved to go with them myself, leaving my wife there, I begun a journey with them, and with much ado, through the fens, along dikes, where sometimes we were ready to have our horses sink to the belly, we got by night, with great deal of stir and hard riding, to Parson's Drove, a heathen place, where I found my uncle and aunt Perkins, and their daughters, poor wretches! in a sad, poor thatched cottage, like a poor barn, or stable, peeling of hemp, in which I did give myself good content to see their manner of preparing of hemp; and in a poor condition of habitt took them to our miserable inn, and there, after long stay, and hearing of Frank, their son, the miller, play, upon his treble, as he calls it, with which he earns part of his living, and singing of a country bawdy song, we sat down to supper; the whole crew, and Frank's wife and child, a sad company, of which I was ashamed, supped with us.
The sunniest optimist could not have deluded himself into the belief that the words were spoken in a friendly and genial spirit. Lord Wisbeach's fingers tightened on the door-handle, and he grew a little flushed about the cheek-bones. "What's all this about?" he said. "You infernal crook!" Lord Wisbeach looked anxious. "Don't shout like that! Are you crazy? Do you want people to hear?"
When the young traveller inquired for the house of Mr. Councillor Bellamy, the people, instead of replying, stared at him. 'Mr. Councillor Bellamy? You are not going to Mr. Bellamy's house? said more than one of the Wisbeach citizens, until poor John got fairly frightened. He was still more frightened when he at last arrived before the house of Mr.
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