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Wedmore hesitated a moment. She had her suspicions, and she would dearly have liked to know more. But she was the best trained of wives; and after a moment's pause, seeing that she was to hear nothing further, she said, good-humoredly: "All right, dear," and left the room, just in time to shake hands with Doctor Haselden as she went out.
"You must trust me to know best, my dear. It is better for you both that we should come to some understanding. Haselden, you'll excuse me for half an hour, won't you? And you, Doreen," and he turned again to his daughter, "stay with the doctor here, and try to talk sense till I come back again." And Mr. Wedmore went quickly out of the room, without giving the girl a chance of saying anything more.
Wedmore touched his forehead. "Good gracious! You surprise me!" cried the doctor. "He always seemed to me such a clever young fellow. Indeed, you said so to me yourself." "So he is. Very clever," said Mr. Wedmore, shortly. "I don't suppose there are many young chaps of his age for he's barely thirty at the Bar whose prospects are as good as his.
Down went the paper, and Dudley looked into the face of Mr. Wedmore. "Interesting myself in it! Have I? How do you mean?" "Well, you've asked a good many questions about this Jacobs, and wondered what had become of him. I fancy you have the answer in that paragraph." There was a pause, and Dudley seemed to recollect something. Then he said: "Oh, yes, I think I have.
He found their host at Edington, defeated it in a great battle, and after a siege of fourteen days forced them to surrender and to bind themselves by a solemn peace or "frith" at Wedmore in Somerset. In form the Peace of Wedmore seemed a surrender of the bulk of Britain to its invaders.
There was a mountain of unopened letters on his desk. Frederick Wedmore, the patient cataloguer of Whistler's etchings, once appeared in print as saying that he had "no wish to understand Whistler's works." He wrote "understate," but the wretched compositor undid him.
"It is, in fact, about myself that I wish to speak, Miss Wedmore," he pursued relentlessly. "You cannot have failed to notice what a what a deep interest I take in all that concerns you. And latterly I have flattered myself that "
Wedmore crossed the long room to the door, and opened it sharply. The hall was full of people and of great bales of goods, which were piled upon the center-table and heaped up all around it. "Doreen!" he called, sharply. Out of the crowd there rushed a girl such a girl!
Here the House of Alfred was able, within a century of the partition made at Wedmore between the West Saxon kingdom and the Danes , to establish a kingdom of imperial pretensions, loosely knit together but more durable and more highly organised than any power which had arisen in Britain since the Roman period.
"Yes, I knew it, but only since I came here. It was part of what Mr. Dudley Horne let out in his raving." "Only part of it?" cried Max. But Carrie would confess nothing more. And, as Mr. Wedmore came across the yard at this moment, followed by Dr. Haselden, Carrie ran back into the house as Max met his father. "What's all this about a dead man found in the barn?" asked Mr.
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