B. Fletcher Robinson

B. Fletcher Robinson

Summary

Portrait of B. Fletcher Robinson B. Fletcher Robinson The Chronicles of Addington Peace… (1905)

A. private auction to me always seems a melancholy business. True, I knew that in this case the owner was a rich man, that his furniture and carpets and fittings had been bought only a year or two before, and were not the loved collection of years. But the tumbled disorder, the mud of many feet upon the floor, the noise of the bidders answering the raucous voice of the auctioneer, were all an insult to the peace, the privacy, and the hospitable memories of a stately home. It was with relief that I saw Colonel Gunton's eyeglass shining near the window, and elbowed my way towards him.
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Portrait of B. Fletcher Robinson B. Fletcher Robinson The Chronicles of Addington Peace… (1905)

A long-tailed, long-maned toy was raised by one of the auctioneer's men, who grinned under a running fire of chaff. I had an idea that I had seen that gallant charger before, though where I could not remember.
“Who is George?” I asked the colonel.
“It's Taubery's grandson. His daughter's a widow, you know; she and the boy live with the old people. Hi, there! ten shillings.”
A grey-haired man in an overcoat who stood near by nodded his head at the auctioneer.
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