man more common interests than the cultured guests of Bwana
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was at Castlewood?” The Bishop blushed and stammered:
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on it was:—“Beatrix Esmond is sent away to prison,
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no paper to implicate any man. Some few officers and Members
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solid wall opened before her; it was another masked door.
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“You served the villain right,” broke out Mr. Esmond,
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As we were talking, Castlewood entered the room with a
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Frank never said a word of reproach to me for having brought
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his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow
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“You served the villain right,” broke out Mr. Esmond,
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“What news, Frank?” says the Colonel. “Is Mr. George
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“You served the villain right,” broke out Mr. Esmond,
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to tell him that she loved him. A dozen times she thought
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and take care of Lady Castlewood; and in five minutes he
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Some of the gentlemen went away without a word, others
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- in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening
- “When will the horses be ready?” Frank pointed with
- “When will the horses be ready?” Frank pointed with
- with wonder, and cried out his “Lord bless me’s,”
- Max gaining upon her, now, at every stride. There was a
- “Damn him, look here!” says Castlewood, holding out
- “You served the villain right,” broke out Mr. Esmond,
- loyalty, and the sacredness of the Sovereign’s person;
- and he pulled up short, for, instinctively, he knew that
- the night at Alton. Lockwood said his young mistress had
- of which it had been called; there had been no writings,
- My mistress turned quite white, “Henry, Henry,” says
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- resources were at an end; it must be another's work to
- the chance of telling him. I believe the poor devil meant
- dreadful state of agitation by this time, and that Bishop
- She had writ it ere she had left home,” Frank said. “Mother
- An instant he hesitated. Through the corridor ahead of
- and “Who’d a thought it’s,” at the sight of his
- “Did you tell him, my lord,” says Esmond, “that Beatrix
- of which it had been called; there had been no writings,
- in water. He just managed to get in under the sluice gate
- of which it had been called; there had been no writings,
- “Did you tell him, my lord,” says Esmond, “that Beatrix
- but Esmond sternly bade him hold his tongue, burn all papers,