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For the first eight they wore, in accordance with the custom of the times, the chrismal, a white linen cloth put on the head when the rite of baptism was performed; on the eighth day the solemn ceremony known as the chrism, the loosing or removal of the cloths, took place at Wedmore. This was performed by the Ealdorman Ethelnoth.
She described him as of the middle height, thin, with gray hair and a short gray beard. The magistrate said he had no doubt the press would do what they could to help her, and the woman withdrew." Dudley Horne read this account, and gave the paper back to Mr. Wedmore. He tried to speak as he did so, but, though his mouth opened, the voice refused to come. ONE MAN'S LOSS is ANOTHER MAN'S GAIN.
If any remark was made by outsiders as to the comparative rarity of the young barrister's visits during the past two months, it was always accompanied by the comment that Miss Wedmore would not be long in consoling herself. And everybody knew that the curate, the Rev. Lisle Lindsay, was hungering to step into Dudley's shoes.
"There may be a dozen more reasons " "I shall not wait to find them out," said Mr. Wedmore, decisively. "He and Max are coming down together this evening. My wife would have them to help in organizing some affair they're getting up for Christmas. I'll send him to the right-about without any more nonsense." "But surely that is hardly " "Hardly what?" snapped out Mr.
If I'd been consulted, if I hadn't been treated as a cipher in the matter, he should have driven straight back to London again with the girl, and with Max himself." Mrs. Wedmore thought it better to say nothing to this, but to let her husband simmer down. These ferocious utterances came from the lips only, as she very well knew, and might safely be disregarded.
The clock struck eight, and the bell rang. "There he is! There's the doctor!" cried Mrs. Wedmore, with a beaming nod. Her husband sat up in his chair, and the troubled frown which he had worn all the evening grew a little deeper. "I should like you, my dear, to leave us together this evening," said he. Mrs.
Wedmore had, of course, become aware of what was going on; but it was now too late to interfere, even if he had wished to do so. When Dudley had been taken upstairs, Doreen met her brother as he came down. "Who is the girl with the sweet face inside the carriage?" Max stammered a little, and then said, by a happy inspiration: "Oh, that's the nurse. You see he was so ill "
But as for any details concerning the patient's state of health and the reasons for his needing medical care, Doctor Haselden could learn nothing at all until he had prevailed upon Mr. Wedmore to let him see Dudley instead of listening to abuse of him. Doctor Haselden was a long time in the sick-room, and when he came out he looked grave. Mr. Wedmore, who met him outside the door, was annoyed.
"I think he must have come down to see Dudley, sir. We believe that it was he who tried to drown Dudley, after he had succeeded in drowning Edward Jacobs." Mr. Wedmore frowned in perplexity. "Trying to drown Dudley! What on earth should he do that for? What had Dudley to do with him?" "Well, sir, we don't quite know.
Wedmore jumped up at once, gathering her balls of wool and big knitting-needles together with one quick sweep of the arm. "All right, dear," said she, with another nod, giving him an anxious look. Mr. Wedmore perceived the look and smiled. He stretched out his hand to lay it gently on his wife's arm as she passed him. "Nothing about me. Nothing for you to be alarmed about," said he. Mrs.
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