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There isn't anything criminal in that, is there?" For some time after Ralph had departed I sat reflecting upon this new knowledge, and there came into my mind the bitterness of Cousin Robert Breck against this City Hall gang, and his remarks about lawyers. I recalled the tone in which he had referred to Mr. Watling. But Ralph's philosophy easily triumphed.
And this same Great North Road, in spite of a pretentious title, and also in spite of being marked in the maps with a heavy black line, as though it were a highway of the Watling Street description, is just a mere bridle-track, too, hardly discoverable at all for the greater portion of its length. Two or three of us ride along these tracks with the cattle.
Crewe, about nine o'clock our candidate having a piercing eye of his own. Mr. Putter's coat, being brushed back, has revealed six cigars. "Why, yes yes," says Mr. Watling. "Is he a delegate?" Mr. Crewe demanded. "Why, I guess he must be," says Mr. Watling. But Mr. Putter is not a delegate. "You've stood up and made a grand fight, Mr.
Meeting with Captain Cocke, I in his coach, which he lent me, to Paul's, and there walked along Watling Street, as well as I could, every creature coming away loaded with goods to save, and here and there sick people carried away in beds. At last met my lord mayor in Canning Street, like a man spent. To the king's message, he cried, like a fainting woman, "Lord! what can I do?
Watling picks it up and hands it to the gentleman, who winks again. "Tim," he says, "where can we sit down? How much are you getting out of this? Brush and Jake Botcher are bidding high down-stairs, and the quotation on delegates has gone up ten points in ten minutes. It's mighty good of you to remember old friends, Tim, even if they're not delegates." Meanwhile Mr.
"Well, I don't mind giving you a few tips about your profession, Hughie. I'm going to get Watling to fix it up with the City Hall gang. Old Lord doesn't like it, I'll admit, and when I told him we had been contributing to the city long enough, that I proposed swinging into line with other property holders, he began to blubber about disgrace and what my grandfather would say if he were alive.
How was the Governor, Trulease?" he asked suddenly. "Tractable?" "Behaved like a lamb, although he insisted upon going through with his little humbug," I said. Mr. Watling laughed. "They always do," he observed, "and waste a lot of valuable time. You'll find some light cigars in the corner, Hugh." I sat down beside him and we spent the morning going over the details of the Ribblevale suit, Mr.
Ogilvy's water company, obtaining a temporary restricting order preventing the ordinance from going at once into effect. Here was an affair in point. Were it not for lawyers of the calibre of Watling, Fowndes and Ripon, hard-earned private property would soon be confiscated by the rapacious horde. Once in a while I was made aware that Mr. Watling had his eye on me.
Result eleven over a thousand votes, and some nine hundred men in the hall! How are you going to stop it? Mr. Watling climbs up on the platform and shakes his fist in General Doby's face, and General Doby tearfully appeals for an honest ballot to the winds.
The parents, naturally, were frantic, and the coachman was arrested. This was late in the afternoon, and I was alone in the office when the telephone rang. Hurrying to the police station, I found Mr. Weill in a state of excitement and abject fear, for an ugly crowd had gathered outside. "Could not Mr. Watling or Mr. Fowndes come?" demanded the grocer.
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