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Among these offenders was no small number of the lesser gentry, especially they of Merionethshire. My grandfather, Hugh Wynne, was the son and successor of Godfrey Wynne, of Wyncote. How he chanced to be born among these hot-blooded Wynnes I do not comprehend.
I was wondering how it could be used to the best advantage. Mr. Strathmore talks about its being a private letter, but I have a shrewd suspicion that he wouldn't mind if somebody else used it. Come in to-morrow about five, and we'll talk it over." Maurice Wynne was naturally not entirely at home in this sort of a gathering.
"Why, nothing could have happened." "All those millions of dollars' worth of diamonds, Gene," she reminded him, "and he is I shouldn't have left him alone." "Why, my dear Doris," and Mr. Wynne gathered the slender, trembling figure in his arms protectingly, "not one living soul, except you and I, knows that they are there.
Now turning to Delaney, she said, with slow articulation: 'I also am curious, Mr. Delaney. We heard many rumours and some unpleasant facts. Could Sir William Howe have known? I cannot think it. "'But he must, after the inspections, and there were three to my knowledge. "'Indeed! said Mistress Wynne. ''T is most strange!
"Nigel!" he called sharply once or twice. "Wake up! Wake up!" But Merriton never moved. The performance was repeated and the call was louder. "Nigel! I say, wake up wake up! We've news for you!" The sleeping man stirred suddenly and wrenched his shoulder away. "Let go of me, Wynne, damn you!" he broke out petulantly, his eyes opening.
All this passed in her mind whilst Mrs. Wynne was speaking. With a look of ill-humoured surprise, Almeria half rose from her seat, and, as Mrs. Henry Elmour was presented to her, uttered some phrases in an unintelligible voice, and then sunk back again on the sofa. Mrs. Wynne made room for the widow between her and Miss Turnbull Mr.
Wynne invited Ishmael to accompany him home and dine with him. Ishmael thanked him and declined the invitation, saying that he was with friends. Mr. Wynne then smilingly shook hands with Hannah and Reuben and the professor, claiming them all as old friends and parishioners, and extending the invitation to them.
To be mob-ridden is bad enough, but to be press-ridden is worse! Now, war is a military matter, and should be controlled by military authorities. Mrs. Wynne, Mr. Bevan, and I should not be out here waiting for work. We ought to be sent where we are needed, and so ought all Red Cross people. This would put an end, one hopes, to the horrid business of getting "soft jobs." 7 November.
Tertius and Peggie Wynne were still in the study when Barthorpe and Selwood drove up to the house. The driver of the taxi-cab had just gone away, and Mr. Tertius was discussing his information with Peggie. Hearing Barthorpe's voice in the hall he gave her a warning glance. "Quick!" he said hurriedly. "Attend to what I say! Not a word to your cousin about the man who has just left us.
"Well, what do you know about it?" inquired Chief Arkwright abruptly. Mr. Wynne was himself again instantly the calm, self-certain perfectly poised young man of affairs. He glanced at the chief, then shot a quick, inquiring look at Mr. Czenki. Almost imperceptibly the diamond expert shook his head. Then Mr. Wynne's eyes turned upon Mr. Birnes.
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