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But perhaps the surprise, annoyance and keen disappointment broke his soldierly heart. Anyway, living or dying, the Baron was a clever and plausible performance. You know Mr. WONTNER'S loose-limbed ease of manner and agreeable voice. He was rather a stock and stockish hero as he left the author's hands, but Mr. WONTNER put life and feeling into him.
You've been rolled up, horse, foot, and guns. 'I'll make a treaty. If you'll let us go and change presently, said Bobby, 'I'll promise we won't tell about you, Clausewitz. You talked tactics to Uncle Len? Old Dhurrah-bags will like that. He don't love you, Claus. 'If I've made one ass of myself, I shall take extra care to make asses of you! said Wontner.
Wontner applied himself to his glass, 'it isn't a matter that gentlemen usually discuss, but, I assure you, we Wontners' he waved a well-kept hand 'do not stand in any need of filthy lucre. In the next three minutes, we learned exactly what his father was worth, which, as he pointed out, was a trifle no man of the world dwelt on.
Still Mr. Wontner sat in his chair, and still we waited on him. The Infant's face showed worry and heavy grief; Stalky's, a bright and bird-like interest; mine was hidden behind his shoulders, but on the face of Ipps were written emotions that no butler should cherish towards any guest. Contempt and wrath were the least of them. And Mr. Wontner was looking full at Ipps, as Ipps was looking at him.
Lectures on the Pilgrim's Progress. This valuable set of books came into the possession of my old friend Mr. Wontner, of the Minories, London; it descended at his decease, to his widow, who resided on Camberwell Green, and from her to a daughter, married to Mr. Parnel, an orange merchant in Botolph Lane. He was tempted to sell it to Mr.
Wontner seemed surprised that the boys were not in the coal-cellar. 'Oh, a chap's assumed to be innocent until he's proved guilty, said Stalky, mounting step by step. 'How did they get you into the sack, Mr. Wontner? 'Jumped on me from behind two to one, said Mr. Wontner briefly. 'I think I handed each of them something first, but they roped my arms and legs.
They had had a wildish night, a hard day, that ended with a telling-off from an artist, and the assurance they had wrecked their prospects for life. What else should youth do, then, but eat, and drink '81 port, and remember their sorrows no more? Mr. Wontner looked at them severely, Ipps within easy reach, his hands quite ready. 'Childish, said Mr. Wontner at last. 'Childish but necessary.
He got them unbrokenly for ten minutes Wontner and Clausewitz mixed, but Wontner in a film of priceless cognac distinctly on top. When The Infant came back, he renewed his clear-spoken demand that Infant should take his depositions. I supposed this to be a family trait of the Wontners, whom I had been visualising for some time past even to the third generation.
There wasn't much else that time; but, you know, the War Office is severe on ragging these days. Bobby stopped with a lopsided smile. 'And then, Eames went on, 'then Wontner said we'd done several pounds' worth of damage to his furniture. 'Oh, said The Infant, 'he's that kind of man, is he? Does he brush his teeth?
'I'll attend to you in good time, said Wontner; and when he had made careful toilet, he unwrapped the bonnets, put the peacock's feather into the magenta one, pinned the crimson wing on the blue one, set them daintily on the boys' heads, and bade them admire the effect in his shaving-glass while he ripped the muslin into lengths, bound it first, and draped it artistically afterwards a little below their knees.
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