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Britten rubbed the palm of his hand on the corner of his desk. "That's all very well, Remington," he said. "You mean to go." He stopped and began again. "If you didn't know you were in the wrong you wouldn't be so damned rhetorical. You're in the wrong. It's as plain to you as it is to me.
Half an hour later he discovered that Richmond Road was nothing better than a mean street of lodging-houses, and, my word, didn't he reel off his instructions to me like texts out of a copy-book. "Dot's a shame, Britten," he said, coming round by the bonnet of the car, which I was tuning up for the trip "I was deceived by the dabe of the street. We must have our modey before they have the goods.
She makes her first appearance at the Casino Theatre to-morrow night, Britten " I rose and shook him by the hand. "Fifty of the best," said I, "and I'll wait for them here."
THE TWO WORLDS, published weekly, at 61 George Street, Chatham Hill, Manchester, England, at 2d. a number, 2s., 2d. for thirteen weeks, or 8s., 8d. per annum in advance, is under the editorial control of Mrs. Emma Hardinge Britten and E. M. Wallis. The first number is dated Nov. 18, 1887. The names of its editors are a sufficient guarantee of its ability and its noble aims.
I've seen it twice in my life, and I never want to see it again for what man with a heart would wish to do so? "Britten," she says, almost like a play-actress on the stage of a theatre, "Britten, do you know what happened last night?" "Well," says I, "for that matter lots of things happened; but if you're speaking of the gentleman, your husband "
He got hold of us wonderfully, he filled us with tinkling and haunting quotations, he stirred Britten and myself to futile imitations, he coloured the very idiom of our conversation. He rose to his climax with his "Recessional," while I was still an undergraduate. What did he give me exactly?
We decided to create a weekly paper as our nucleus, and Crupp and I set to work forthwith to collect a group of writers and speakers, including Esmeer, Britten, Lord Gane, Neal, and one or two younger men, which should constitute a more or less definite editorial council about me, and meet at a weekly lunch on Tuesday to sustain our general co-operations.
I'm going, Britten, because when I saw her the other day she HURT me. She hurt me damnably, Britten.... I've been a cold man I've led a rhetorical life you hit me with that word! I put things in a windy way, I know, but what has got hold of me at last is her pain. She's ill. Don't you understand? She's a sick thing a weak thing.
Ned stood by the telephone connecting the tug and her tow, transmitting to the former's captain the navigation directions. Finally the barge was supposed to be exactly where the freighter had thrown overboard the big stone. "We may have to look around a little, though," remarked Tom as Captain Britten ordered the tug halted and anchors lowered.
But it's going to stop, Britten, and stop to-night. She's waiting for this car over at Fawley Hill, which isn't half a mile from this very door." He came a step nearer and thrust the ten-pound note under my very nose. "It's Lord Hailsham's place straight up the hill to the right and on to the high road from Bishop's Stortford.
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