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His regret is evidently genuine, indeed, to Hardinge the evening is an ill-spent one that precludes his dancing with Perpetua Wynter. "Yes?" she looks up at him from her low lounge amongst the palms. "Well, so am I, do you know!" telling the truth openly, yet with an evident sense of shame. "But I don't dance now because it is selfish, isn't it? because I should be so unhappy afterwards if I did!"
We can well imagine his exhausted patience, and that of poor overworked Mistress Wynter, at that fat soggy thing, that lag-last, so shiftless and useless about the house, lazing from rath to latte, and then to complete their exasperation, miching off into the woods to shirk her work so that the whole company had to turn out with a mort of trouble to hunt for the leg-trape.
With his pick he cracked the skull of the first Boche who showed signs of fight, and, losing his hold of his weapon, he seized the man's rifle as he fell. No wonder the poor blighters fled, for Jimmy Wynter must have looked like Beelzebub as he charged down on them. His hat had gone, and his hair stuck out from his head like some modern Struwwelpeter.
Wynter saying that he had arranged for a week's absence from England, and therefore would have plenty of time to see them fixed in their new residence before he left.
Howard then, with Drake and Hawkins and the major part of the English fleet was lying in Plymouth, getting stores aboard as fast as might be, while Seymour and Sir William Wynter with their squadron were lying at the East end of the Channel, when on July 19th the news came that the Armada had been sighted off the Lizard, coming up with a favouring wind.
"Why don't you like your Aunt Jane?" asks the professor distractedly. He doesn't feel nearly as fond of his dead friend as he did an hour ago. "Because," lucidly, "she is Aunt Jane. If she were your Aunt Jane you would know." "But my dear " "I really wish," interrupts Miss Wynter petulantly, "you wouldn't call me 'my dear. Aunt Jane calls me that when she is going to say something horrid to me.
Papa " she pauses suddenly, and tears rush to her dark eyes. "Yes. What of your father?" asks the professor hurriedly, the tears raising terror in his soul. "You knew him speak to me of him," says she, a little tremulously. "I knew him well indeed. He was very good to me, when when I was younger. I was very fond of him." "He was good to everyone," says Miss Wynter, staring hard at the professor.
He jumped forward, in the hope that he would have time to throw it away before it went off, but it was fused too well. Just as he picked it up, the damned thing exploded, and Jimmy Wynter crumpled up like a piece of paper. "I was coming along the trench a few minutes later, seeing that our position was being made as secure as possible before the counter-attack came, when I found him.
It seemed, indeed, pretty evident that the present state of things could not last long; there was no reason why it should, and nothing but the bride's preparations to delay the long-desired wedding. The Wynters came about nine o'clock. Mrs. Wynter instantly recognized Maurice.
The professor, turning in his stride up and down the narrow, uncomfortable room, one of the many that lie off the Strand, finds his eyes resting on that other letter carelessly opened, barely begun. From Wynter's solicitor! It seems ridiculous that Wynter should have had a solicitor. With a sigh, he takes it up, opens it out and begins to read it.
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