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Chalk sauntered slowly through the narrow by-ways of Binchester. He read all the notices pasted on the door of the Town Hall and bought some stamps at the post-office, but the morning dragged slowly, and he bent his steps at last in the direction of Tredgold's office, in the faint hope of a little conversation. To his surprise, Mr. Tredgold senior was in an unusually affable mood.
She felt a sense of irritation when one of her sisters looked at her, whispered to her companion, and then turned away. She would almost have preferred Miss Tredgold to be as stern as she was before. Her whole mind was in a state of tumult. She felt the net closing tighter and tighter around her. Even the birthday was scarcely interesting while such a weight rested on her heart.
Stobell took his pipe out of his mouth and cleared his throat. "Why, you might build a hospital with it," he burst out, impatiently. "Build a hospital!" repeated the astonished captain, as Mr. Chalk bent suddenly to do up his shoelace. "Think of the orphans you could be a father to!" added Mr. Stobell, making the most of an unwonted fit of altruism. The captain looked inquiringly at Mr. Tredgold.
Tredgold favoured the captain with a glance the significance of which was at once returned fourfold. She looked up just in time to see their features relaxing, and moving nearer to the captain instinctively placed her hand upon his knee. "I hope," said Captain Bowers, after a long and somewhat embarrassing silence "I hope the conversation isn't going to be above my head?" "Mr.
Already the advantages of adopting a story which he supposed to have been concocted for the benefit of Captain Bowers were beginning to multiply in his ready brain. "And didn't see us owing to the darkness," prompted Tredgold, with a glance at Mr. Joseph Tasker, who was lingering by the door after bringing in some whisky. "You're quite right, sir," said Brisket, after a trying pause.
"No doubt Brisket saw you put it back there the other night, guessed what it was, and laid his plans according." "If it hadn't been for your grumbling it wouldn't have happened," retorted Tredgold, hotly. "That's what roused his suspicions in the first instance." Mr. Chalk interposed. "It is no good you two quarrelling about it," he said, with kindly severity. "The mischief is done.
"About how nice you are," answered the child; and then she added, "I don't want you to be nice." "Why so?" "Because I don't. I can't tell you more than just I don't." Miss Tredgold said nothing more. She resumed her work, and Pauline ate her jelly. "Aunt Sophy," she said presently, "I want to be awfully good at my lessons next week. I want to learn real desperate hard.
I can't make out myself what ails her, but there is undoubtedly one part of her stunned." "We will take her home," said Miss Tredgold. The good lady was a person of very direct action and keen resource. She had whisked Pauline and Verena off to the sea almost at a moment's notice, and quite as quickly she brought them back. They were all glad to go. Even Pen was pleased.
"Yes, he and Joseph have much in common," remarked Miss Drewitt, casually. "They're some what alike, too, I always fancy." "Alike!" exclaimed the astonished captain. "Edward Tredgold like Joseph? Why, you must be dreaming." "Perhaps it's only my fancy," conceded Miss Drewitt, "but I always think that I can see a likeness." "There isn't the slightest resemblance in the world," said the captain.
Tredgold, drawing his chair to the table, prepared to draw up the required agreement. He composed several, but none which seemed to give general satisfaction.
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