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'But I suppose you've gone and listened to them haranguing the crowds. 'Now do I look like a person who 'Well, you see we're all so certain they're such abominations, said Vida, 'I thought maybe some of us knew something about them. Dick Farnborough was heard saying to Lord John in a tone of cheerful vigour 'Locking up is too good for 'em. I'd give 'em a good thrashin'.
Nothing would induce me to go and listen to such people! said Miss Dunbarton. Her eyes, as well as Mrs. Heriot's, were riveted on the tall figure, tea-cup in hand, moving away from the table now to make room for some new arrivals, and drawing after her a portion of the company, including Lady Whyteleafe and Richard Farnborough, who one after another had come in a few moments before.
Your letter brought it back strongly to my mind, as it also did the memory of my excellent friend your father. The Journal has: February 20th. Went to Farnborough. The Longmans just installed in their new house. To Ampthill at Easter. On April 1st to Paris, with Christine and the Dempsters. I had the gout all the time. April 3rd. Races at Vincennes. Embassy ball on the 5th.
'God bless my soul! he said. 'She's only saying that to get a rise out of you. Farnborough seemed unable to bear the momentary shadow obscuring the lady's brightness. 'Ah, yes' Greatorex leaned back again 'your frocks aren't serious enough. 'Haven't I been telling you it's an exploded notion that the Suffrage people are all dowdy and dull? 'Pooh! said Mr. Greatorex.
He had been officier de liaison on the Aisne; again the little intimate touches were lacking. He had joined the flying corps, but omitted to explain how he had learned to fly. It had been at Farnborough, but he could hardly admit this, and was, unhappily, quite ignorant of the French flying grounds. Madame's quick mind began to see daylight.
Tunbridge' Farnborough was for giving her a chance to clear herself 'what do you think of your friends' recent exploits? 'My friends? 'Yes; the disorderly women. 'They are not my friends, said Mrs. Freddy, with dignity, 'but I don't think you must call them 'Why not? said Lord Borrodaile.
The following table will show what the alteration has been: | 1849. | 1884. | |Speed miles|Speed miles| | per hour. | per hour. | + + + Great Western London to Didcot. | 56 | | " " to Swindon. | | 53 | North-Western Euston to Wolverton. | 37 | | " Northampton to Willesden. | | 51½ | South-Western Waterloo to Farnborough. | 39 | | " Yeovil to Exeter. | | 46 | Brighton London Bridge to Reigate. | 36 | | " Victoria to Eastbourne. | | 45 | Midland Derby to Masborough. | 43 | | " London to Kettering. | | 47 | North-Eastern York to Darlington. | 38 | | " " | | 50 | Great Eastern London to Broxbourne. | 29 | | " Lincoln to Spalding. | | 49 | Great Northern King's Cross to Grantham.| | 51 | Cheshire Lines Manchester to Liverpool. | | 51 | + + +
Farnborough balanced himself on wide-apart legs and thrust one hand in his trousers' pocket. The other hand held a telegram. 'The Liberal platform as defined at Dutfield is going to make a big difference, he pronounced. 'You think so, said Stonor, dryly.
It was on an evening towards the end of June, 1914, that Flight Commander Raffleton, temporarily attached to the French Squadron then harboured at Brest, received instructions by wireless to return at once to the British Air Service Headquarters at Farnborough, in Hampshire.
Past Vauxhall, once famed for its revelry conspicuous, now, only for its picturesque expanse of candle-factory roofs and the dead boarding that is displayed skirting the railway: Clapham, villa-studded and with gardens laid out in bird's-eye perspective: Surbiton, dainty in its pretty little road-side station, all garnished with roses and shell- walks: Farnborough, where a large proportion of our passengers, of military proclivities, alight en route for Aldershot, and celebrated of yore for the "grand international" contest with fisticuffs between a British Sayers and a Transatlantic Heenan: Basingstoke, the great ugly "junction" of many twisted rails and curiously-intricate stacks of chimneys; until, at length, Southampton was reached a town smelling of docks and coal-tar, and dismal in the evening gloom.
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