What were you doing at Remenham House? I can’t
puzzle that bit out. 1. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call
him “Mangles!”
“I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into
another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. “Something. ’
‘Who were they?’ she asked abruptly. Supposing you fetch what you
can, and if you will allow me, I will see you off. Men are always doing it, and if you set up to be a
man—”
“No, it’s absolutely out of the question, Mr. It consisted of a close jerkin of brown frieze, ornamented with a
triple row of brass buttons; loose Dutch slops, made very wide in the seat and
very tight at the knees; red stockings with black clocks, and a fur cap. ’
Colour suffused the man’s face. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself,
“he must never know. ‘I thought it was his great-nephew, young Brewis
Charvill, who is his heir. You've caught the colour and the life. He picked up the broken fiddle and
beckoned. She smiled and started for the stairs without reply.
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