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That's all true, as far as relates to me: and as you are my brother, why you must take my father and mother. It's no very great story, after all." "But it won't do to say we came from Gravesend." "No; we need not say that, and yet tell no story; the village we passed through last night was Wrotham, so we came from thence." "But where do you think of going, Mary?"
"My eldest daughter is named Elizabeth, my lord, and her sister is Grace." "Elizabeth and Grace! Charming!" murmured Wrotham, leaning a little more confidentially over the counter "Now which which is Grace?" At that moment a tall, shadowy form darkened the open doorway of the inn, and a man entered, carrying in his arms a small oblong bundle covered with a piece of rough horse-cloth.
"If you are hungry so am I. Let us get on to Wrotham and dinner." So we mounted and in due time descended the steep hill into the pleasant village of Wrotham.
Two or three boys ran past him, with printed placards in their hands, which they waved in front of them, and on which in thick black letters could be seen: "Murder of Lord Wrotham! Death of the Murderer! Appalling Tragedy at Blue Anchor!"
In the evening, about seven, the party turned homeward, expecting no disaster, and it was only on the crest of the downs between Wrotham and Kingsdown that disaster came.
The atmosphere which Lord Reginald Wrotham brought with him into the common-room of the bar was redolent of tobacco-smoke and whisky, yet, judging from the various propitiatory, timid, anxious, or servile looks cast upon him by all and sundry, it might have been fragrant and sacred incense wafted from the altars of the goddess Fortune to her waiting votaries.
There were two small pieces of ordnance on the terrace of the jointure-house, and six before the Castle, which had been taken out of the same privateer, which Mr. Lambert and his kinsman and commander, Lord Wrotham, had brought into Harwich in one of their voyages home from Flanders with despatches from the great Duke. His toilet completed with Mr.
'Then shall you often be down at Wrotham? inquired the journalist, abstractedly. 'Oh, not often that is to say, only once a month or so, just to look in. I wanted to ask you: do you think I might venture to begin a correspondence with Bella? 'M m m! I can't say. 'It would be so valuable, you know. I could suggest books for her reading; I could help her in her study of politics, and so on.
Only a few days ago I sat for a whole evening with the map of England open before me, wondering where would be the best place to settle down a few years hence, I mean, you know; when Bella is old enough. That reminds me. Next Sunday is her birthday, and do you know what? I wish you'd go down to Wrotham with me. 'Many thanks, but I think I had better not. 'Oh, but do!
Perhaps he would not see Fanny and the landlady would not be able to tell him where Joan was. Wrotham would be the last place in which he would look for her, and on Saturday he was leaving for the front. It was only just for a second that her mind wavered; she had initially too straight a nature for deceit. "Dick," she said, coming to a standstill and looking up at him, "you needn't go to London.
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