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I told her of the conversation at the club, of Lord Easterton's dinner, of Osborne's queer suggestion, of our visit to the house at Maresfield Gardens in the middle of the night, of our being admitted by the strange woman, including, of course, the incident of the serpent. When I had finished, she looked at me seriously for some moments without speaking.
He came for example one Saturday night to the little village of Maresfield, near Fletching, and after seeing his horses and servants bestowed, came into the parlour, where the magnates were assembled.
At the same time, the iron ores of Sussex were extensively worked, as appears from the cinder heaps found at Maresfield and several places in that county, intermixed with Roman pottery, coins, and other remains. In a bed of scoriae several acres in extent, at Old Land Farm in Maresfield, the Rev. Mr.
The provisions of her mother's will were published in the "Illustrated News"; from which it appeared that everything that was not to go to Eric and to Julia was to go to the fortunate Edith. Miss Tramore makes no secret of her own intentions as regards this favourite. Edith is not pretty, but Lady Maresfield is waiting for her; she is determined Gwendolen Vesey shall not get hold of her. Mrs.
He turned to a page who was standing near. "Boy," he said sharply, "what address did that gentleman who has just gone tell you to give to his driver?" "He told the driver himself, sir," the boy answered, "but I heard the address he gave, sir." "What was it?" "Three forty, Maresfield Gardens, sir. It's near Swiss Cottage up Fitzjohn's Avenue on the right." Osborne turned to me quickly.
Then there was something not quite normal in Gastrell's posing one day as a married man, the next as a bachelor; also in his pretending at one moment that he had never seen Osborne and myself before, yet admitting at the next that he had met us. True, he had advanced an apparently sound reason for this volte-face of his, but still The affair, too, in Maresfield Gardens.
She didn't exist, even for a second, to any recognising eye. The people who looked at her of course there were plenty of those were only the people who didn't exist for hers. Lady Maresfield surged away on her son's arm. It was this noble matron herself who wrote, the next day, inclosing a card of invitation from Mrs.
A strange feeling of repressed excitement obsessed me as our taxi passed up Bond Street, turned into Oxford Street, then to the right into Orchard Street, and sped thence by way of Baker Street past Lord's cricket ground and up the Finchley Road. What would happen when we reached Maresfield Gardens?
"'Interest me enormously," she said contemptuously, crumpling up the paper and tossing it into the grate. For some moments she did not speak. "What fire was there at Maresfield Gardens?" she inquired suddenly, "and why does he ask you what you think about it?"
Sir F. Chantrey was at this time executing his second bust of Sir Walter that ordered by Sir Robert Peel, and which is now at Drayton. Lady Shelley of Maresfield Park. Mr. Lockhart says the young lady was Miss Shelley, who became in 1834 the Hon. Mrs. George Edgcumbe.
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