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"And I want to keep it very private indeed, I don't want anyone to enter it unless I am here." George mounted his lie and galloped it, blushing for shame of his steed. "The fact is, Mrs. Pinner, I'm an inventor. Yes, an inventor. Oh, yes, an inventor." The wretched steed was stumbling, but he clung on; spurred afresh. "An inventor.
Now Swift Nicks is hiding there. Go back and tell the Squire you can find Swift Nicks for him, and they'll fill your pinner with guineas. You'll kiss me for a pinnerfull of guineas, won't you?" "No, sir," said she very decidedly. "Then kiss me, Nance, because, though we shall never meet again, we've helped one another when we did meet."
His brow glistened with perspiration, his cheeks were of the dull, dead white of a fish's belly, and his eyes were wild and staring. He looked at his clerk as though he failed to recognize him, and I could see by the astonishment depicted upon our conductor's face that this was by no means the usual appearance of his employer. "You look ill, Mr. Pinner!" he exclaimed.
He hurled himself down the rise; with his last breath gasped for a ticket; upon a final effort projected himself into the train; went prone upon a seat. He was away! It was when George was some fifteen minutes from Temple Colney that the red-headed Pinner boy, bolstered up with prayer, commended his soul to God; slipped with painful thud from the haystack; pelted for Par-par.
"Mi-aow!" spoke the Rose penetrating, piercing. Mrs. Pinner cocked her head on one side; looked under the table. "I declare I thought I heard a cat," she puzzled. "In this very room." George felt perfectly certain that his hair was standing bolt upright on the top of his head, thrusting at right angles to the sides. He forced his alarmed face to smile: "A cock crowing in the yard, I think, Mrs.
It has been kept very quiet, for the capital was all privately subscribed, and it's too good a thing to let the public into. My brother, Harry Pinner, is promoter, and joins the board after allotment as managing director. He knew I was in the swim down here, and asked me to pick up a good man cheap. A young, pushing man with plenty of snap about him.
Of course he hasn't any decent clothes he'd go to a new shop with one tin box! But that sort of thing and board school teachers they're getting everywhere! Only the other day Rowton was here." "Not Rowton of Pinner?" "Yes, Rowton of Pinner. And he asked right out for a board schoolmaster. He said, 'I want someone who can teach arithmetic." He laughed.
But in return for this friendly service he had rendered nothing, save a few half-hearted words of encouragement. Rolfe saw himself in a mean, dispiriting light. On the next day Mrs. Frothingham arrived at Pinner, and Harvey's anxieties were lightened. The good, capable woman never showed to such advantage as in a sick-room; scarcely had she entered the house when Alma's state began to improve.
No one could match him at wrestling, pitching the bar, cudgel play, and other athletic exercises. Like the renowned Pinner of Wakefield, he was the village champion; carried off the prize at all the fairs, and threw his gauntlet at the country round.
I shall feel rather nervous about going there but it'll be a new experience. Or do you think it would be more discreet if I got him to come to Pinner? 'I didn't think artists cared about those small proprieties, answered Sibyl, laughing. 'No of course, that's the right way to regard it. Let me show you his letter. She took it from her little seal-skin bag. 'A trifle impudent, don't you think?
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