. The Saturday evening post. ought to strike while the irons hot, saidPansy. How can I strike while the irons hot if I cant getat the iron? Didnt you hear that poisonous old profiteersay that he was going to take her down to BranksomeTowers by the first train to-morrow morning? But you can come down with mother and me to thecottage youve taken for us at Branksome, said Priscilla. I could do that. But I doubt very much**f I shouldget a chance of seeing her if I did, said Antony. It would be at least fifty to one against it, sir, saidAnderson, who was presiding over the discussion with theair of
. The Saturday evening post. ought to strike while the irons hot, saidPansy. How can I strike while the irons hot if I cant getat the iron? Didnt you hear that poisonous old profiteersay that he was going to take her down to BranksomeTowers by the first train to-morrow morning? But you can come down with mother and me to thecottage youve taken for us at Branksome, said Priscilla. I could do that. But I doubt very much**f I shouldget a chance of seeing her if I did, said Antony. It would be at least fifty to one against it, sir, saidAnderson, who was presiding over the discussion with theair of the tutelary genius of the family. Benjamin Briggsdoesnt do things by halves. Hell keep a very close watchon Miss Poppy. You can always write to her, said Priscilla. Theres next to no chance of a letter getting to her,miss. Itll be quite an occupation for Mr. Briggs keepingyou and her apart, Mr. Antony. And you may be sure hehas plenty of spare time, said Anderson confidently. My Mdlgmir JJmpm^m ILLUSTRATED Br H. J. MO WAT. To Tell You the Truth, Im Not Quite Comfortable Withthe Aristocracy Myself, He Said. But I Keep TellingMyself That Kind Hearts are More Than Coronets andSimple Faith Than Norman Blood Anderson was not an optimist. He faced the facts. Thats true. He has a great deal of spare time and hefinds it hangs heavy on his hands, said Pansy. It doesnt sound at all promising, said Antony. Never mind. Love laughs at locksmiths, said Pansya trifle maliciously. Not at all locksmiths, miss, said Anderson. As ayoung man Mr. Briggs was the best locksmith in Bootle. He seems to have entered the contest young, saidAntony ruefully. The corners of his sensitive lips droopedmournfully. There was a pause. Then Pansy said: Well, I must begoing. I have to make my peace with Poppy. Dont rush away like that, said Antony and dine with me somewhere. Im afraid I cant. My time isnt my own, she said. But youre not going to disappear again for months?Youll let me have your addr
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