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Thomas Hucks has had little worldly experience, and cannot realize the full extent of the imposition he has practiced. He feeds me from your table, and is hoarding up his money for me against the time I shall have recovered sufficiently to leave. I think that is the full explanation, Mr. Merrick." Again Uncle John nodded. "How are you?" he asked. "Doing finely, sir.
In the summer of 1794, S. T. Coleridge and Hucks came to Oxford, on their way into Wales on a pedestrian tour. Allen introduced them to me, and the scheme of Pantisocracy was introduced by them; talked of, by no means determined on. It was subsequently talked into shape by Burnet and myself, at the commencement of the long vacation.
But the question is, Will he come? The father, I mean." "Certainly, since I tell him," Miss Sally answered with composure. "And him a bart a bloomin' bart what the Tichborne chap used to call a bart of the B.K.!" Mr. Hucks stared at his visitor with rounded eyes, drew a long breath, puffed out his cheeks and emitted it, and wound up by removing his hat and laying it on the ledge of the desk.
Hucks, but without heartiness. He disliked parsons. He looked upon all men as rogues more or less, but held that ministers of religion claimed an unfair advantage on the handicap. In particular this Dr. Glasson rubbed him, as he put it, the wrong way. "Good evening," said Dr. Glasson. "You will excuse my calling at this late hour." "Cert'nly. Come to pay for the coals?
"But it is horrible horrible!" cried Miss Sally. "Mr. Hucks, lend me your stick, if you please. This window won't open." He passed his stick to her, supposing that she meant in some way to prise the window open. But she took it and deliberately smashed a pane two panes all the six panes with their coloured transparencies of the Prodigal Son.
"Sure as shootin'. Hucks hain't never been seen to spend a cent in all the years he's been here." "Hasn't he sold berries and fruit since the Captain's death?" "Jest 'nough to pay the taxes, which ain't much. Ye see, young Joe were away an' couldn't raise the tax money, so Ol' Hucks had to. But how they got enough ter live on, him an' Nora, beats me."
The stranger held his lantern high, so that its ray fell on his face, and with that Mr. Mortimer groaned and collapsed upon the lowest step, where mercifully his wife's ample shadow spread an aegis over him. "Mr. Hucks, sir?" Mrs. Mortimer answered the challenge. "I saw him, not twenty minutes ago, step into his private office there to the left, and by the light in the window he's there yet."
"But he may be able to give us some information," Louise asserted; "so I propose we walk over to the town tomorrow morning and interview him." This was promptly agreed to, for even Patsy, the least enthusiastic detective of the three, was eager to find some sort of a solution of the Wegg mystery. Meantime they decided to watch Old Hucks very carefully.
"As a young man, my father was a successful sea captain," said the boy, "and, before he was thirty, owned a considerable interest in the ship he sailed. Thomas Hucks was his boatswain, an honest and able seaman in whom my father became much interested.
Temple had to overcome that did not exist in the experiments of M. Pegoud or Mr. Hucks. To start with, his machine a 50-horse-power Bleriot monoplane was said by the makers to be unsuitable for the performance. Then he could get no assistance from the big aeroplane firms, who sought to dissuade him from his hazardous undertaking.
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