"
"Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. "Fear!" echoed Wild, in a terrible tone,—"fear! Repeat that word again, and
nothing shall save you. In the evening, a band of village musicians, accompanied by most of the young
inhabitants of Willesden, strolled out to Dollis Hill, where they formed a rustic
concert under the great elm before the door. You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and
“Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you
back. 1. "
"Do you want me to tell her that I am grateful?"
"Well, aren't you?"
"I don't know; I really don't know. You represented to us the immaculate
Briton, the one Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of
our race.
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