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Next to Channing's name stands that of Henry Huntley, and to him I award the seniorship. Henry Huntley, you are appointed senior of Helstonleigh Collegiate School. Take your place." The dead silence was succeeded by a buzz, a murmur, suppressed almost as soon as heard. Tom Channing's face turned scarlet, then became deadly white. It was a cruel blow.
"By the way, Master Hamish, is there no fear of a similar catastrophe for you?" he added, in a tone which Hamish might, if he liked, take for a jesting one. "For me, sir?" returned Hamish. "When I left Helstonleigh in June, a certain young friend of mine was not quite free from a suspicion of such liabilities," rejoined Mr. Huntley. Hamish flushed rosy red. Of all people in the world, Mr.
The bank was not an extensive one; it was not the principal bank of Helstonleigh; but it was a firmly established, thoroughly respectable concern; and Mr. Bartlett, who had been its manager for many years, enjoyed many privileges, and a handsome salary. A far larger salary than was Mr. Channing's.
"He will have heard the items of news from twenty people, there's little doubt; but he will like me to go to him with particulars. No one in Helstonleigh has been more anxious that things should turn out happily, than poor Jenkins." "Tell him he has my best wishes for his recovery, Arthur," said Mr. Channing. "I will tell him," replied Arthur. "But I fear all hope of recovery for Jenkins is past."
"But in what manner are these great fortunes made?" wondered Lady Augusta. "Of course, I shall acquire all that information. Stuck in this know-nothing Helstonleigh, I can only state the fact that they are made. I dare say I can find an opening for one or two of the boys out there."
"Fordham, I wonder whether the cloisters are closed?" "I will see, my lord." The question came from the Bishop of Helstonleigh; who, as it fell out, had been to make an evening call upon the dean. The dean's servant was now conducting his lordship down the grand staircase, on his departure.
"News?" she answered, raising her eyes to his, and scarcely knowing what she did say, in the confusion of meeting him, in her all-conscious love. "Is it good or bad news?" "Helstonleigh will not call it good, I expect. There are those upon whom it will fall as a thunder-clap." "Tell it me, William; I cannot guess," she said, somewhat wearily. "I suppose it does not concern me."
Sometimes he was absent from Helstonleigh for months at a time, probably puzzling other towns. Mr. Galloway would have told you he was a detective; but perhaps Mr. Galloway's grounds for the assertion existed only in his own opinion. For convenience-sake we will call him a detective; remembering, however, that we have no authority for the term. Mr.
A keen wind, blowing from the east, was booming through the streets of Helstonleigh, striking pitilessly the eyes and cheeks of the wayfarers, cutting thin forms nearly in two, and taking stout ones off their legs.
"It is a case, taking into consideration my father's state, in which all of us should help who are able. Of course, were you boys grown up and getting money, Constance should be exempt from aiding and abetting; but as it is, it is different. There will be no disgrace in her becoming a governess; and Helstonleigh will never think it so.
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