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Rather a sportsman." "Rather a silly idiot," said Trevor. "I hope he gets caught." "You always were one of those kind sympathetic chaps," said Clowes. "Come on, or Donaldson'll be locking us out." On the afternoon following the Oxford A match, Sheen, of Seymour's, was sitting over the gas-stove in his study with a Thucydides. He had been staying in that day with a cold. He was always staying in.
We'll shave, make a dandy of ourselves, old man " Then the servant paused "and, like a fool, be recognised by some fellow like Clowes what does he here? but for my beard, and that he'd scarce expect to meet Charles " Fownes checked himself, scowling. "Charles Nothing, a poor son of a gun of a bond-servant. Have done with such idiot schemes, man," he admonished.
"You take a poor way, Lord Clowes, to gain your wish," said Janice. "Generosity " "Has had a six months' trial, and brought me no nearer to a consummation," interrupted the baron. "Small wonder I sicken of it and lose patience." "'T is not to be expected that I would let Janice wed thee when her father has given thee nay." "Because he has passed his word to another, and so holds himself bound.
"'T is a promise thou shouldst ne'er have made, and which it is now thy every interest to be quit of, let alone that 't is so distasteful to thy daughter." "A promise is a promise," answered the father, with an obstinate motion of head. "And a fool 's a fool," retorted Clowes, losing his temper. "In counsel and aid I've done my best for ye; now go your gait, and see what comes of it."
Bodfish; don't be alarmed." "Very good," said the farmer, who found his injured relative's gaze somewhat trying. "I'll go, and leave him to explain to Mrs. Driver why he was hidden in her larder. It don't seem a proper thing to me." "Why, you silly man," said Mrs. Clowes, gleefully, as she paused at the door, "that don't want any explanation. Now, Mr. Bodfish, we're giving you your chance.
This martyr was Mrs Simeon Clowes, the mayoress. By a curious chance, he had observed, during his short sojourn at the Turk's Head, that the landlady thereof was obviously in pain from her teeth, or from a particular tooth.
There was no confessional box in Chilmark church. "You have plenty of interests left and plenty of friends: so long as you don't alienate them by behaving in such an unmanly way. Lift him, Val. Come, Major Clowes, you're torturing your wife. This is cowardice " "Like Val's, eh?" "Like ?" "Like your precious Val behaved ten years ago." Clowes raised himself on his elbows.
As this bat has been found lying in your drawer, I suppose we may take it that you're the impolite letter-writer?" Ruthven found his voice at last. "I'm not," he cried; "I never wrote a line." "Now we're getting at it," said Clowes. "I thought you couldn't have had it in you to carry this business through on your own.
The place was too big to be run without an agent? No drawback, the agent: on the contrary, Clowes looked out for a fellow who would be useful to Laura, a gentleman, an unmarried man, who would be available to ride with her or make a fourth at bridge and there by good luck was Val Stafford ready to hand.
As for Stanning, he pursued an even course of life, always rigidly obeying the eleventh commandment, "thou shalt not be found out". This kept him from collisions with the authorities; while a ready tongue and an excellent knowledge of the art of boxing he was, after Drummond, the best Light-Weight in the place secured him at least tolerance at the hand of the school: and, as a matter of fact, though most of those who knew him disliked him, and particularly those who, like Drummond, were what Clowes had called the Old Brigade, he had, nevertheless, a tolerably large following.
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