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At Camberwell Green they mingled with a confused rush of hilarious crowds, amid a clattering of cabs and omnibuses, a jingling of tram-car bells. Public-houses sent forth their alcoholic odours upon the hot air. Samuel Barmby, joyous in his protectorship of two young ladies, for he regarded Horace as a mere boy, bustled about them whilst they stood waiting for the arrival of the Westminster car.
Looking round she saw the mean streets of Camberwell. She saw them for a moment, and then she sank back into her reverie. She was deceiving Owen, she was deceiving her father, she was deceiving Ulick, she was deceiving Monsignor he would not have thought of asking her to sing at the concert if he knew what a life was hers.
Not carelessly, but with fastidious choice of viands. This was enjoyable; she began to look more like herself of a few months ago. She would return to Camberwell by train from Ludgate Hill. At the circus, crowding traffic held her back for a minute or two; just as she ran forward, a familiar voice caused her to stop again.
‘No doubt of it,’ echoed Miss Teresa. ‘Indeed, he said as much to me in confidence,’ observed Mrs. Malderton. ‘Well, well,’ returned Mr. Malderton, somewhat flattered; ‘if I see him at the assembly to-morrow, perhaps I’ll ask him down. I hope he knows we live at Oak Lodge, Camberwell, my dear?’ ‘Of course—and that you keep a one-horse carriage.’ ‘I’ll see about it,’ said Mr.
"We're wanted for that job at Camberwell, that puts it on to-morrow evening. But suppose Potter has fixed the same time." "Here, you know. Has Potter fixed the same time?" the Count demanded from Leander. "No," said Leander; "Potter ain't said nothing to me about moving her." "Then are you man enough to undertake Potter, if he starts the idea? Are you? Come!" "Yes, gents, I'll manage Potter.
It saves a peck o' bother and a deal o' doing. Don't flare out about it, but take it gently and conversational." "Fussing over things won't make you no better," echoed Mrs. Doss. "Lor', bless me, didn't I have a sister what killed herself fussing! Fussed herself into the grave, she did! And might have been here, leastways in Camberwell alive and hearty at this minute."
Fanny, being at a considerable distance from home, was to return to the boarding-house where her chaperon now lived, and have a room there for the night. Horace disliked this arrangement, for the objectionable Mankelow lived in the same house. When he was able to get speech with Fanny, he tried to persuade her to go with him all the way home to Camberwell in a cab. Miss.
The days were longer now, and the weather fine; on the clear evenings, or Saturday afternoons, these two would get into an omnibus, and go away out to Camberwell Green, or Kennington Park, or Clapham Common, and sit on a bench, and watch the young folks enjoying their sports and diversions.
He thinks it is nothing that the trains only carry him from an illiberal, dismal life at Islington to an illiberal, dismal life at Camberwell; and the letters only tell him that such is the life there." And, as to political and social reform, "Such a spectacle as your Irish Church Establishment you cannot find in France or Germany. Your Irish Land Question you dare not face."
"What they see in 'im!" whispered the astounded Mr. Thompson to his wife. "And did you marry the beautiful girl in the photograph?" demanded Mrs. Boxer, in trembling accents. "I did," said her husband. "Hussy," cried Mrs. Boxer. "I married her," said Mr. Boxer, considering "I married her at Camberwell, in eighteen ninety-three." "Eighteen ninety-three!" said his wife, in a startled voice.
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