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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson,  Garthoyle Gardens — Chapter I (1913)

“ But—Garthoyle Gardens are a gilded pill.”
“I should like to have the swallowing of it,” said Jack, and he smacked his lips. “But what do you mean?”
“I mean that Garthoyle Gardens mean the strenuous life. They are left to me on the condition that I am my own house agent, that I run them myself. I've got to interview proposed tenants, examine their standing, their references, and their leases; I've got to see to all matters connected with the upkeep of the Gardens, estimates, and contracts for repairs. I've got to run those Gardens ever so much more than my uncle did himself.”
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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson,  Garthoyle Gardens — Chapter I (1913)

“ I've always been worrying you to stop leading your idle, rackety life, and use those brains of yours.”
“And you call yourself my friend!” I said reproachfully
“Well, you have brains, you know; all vertebrates have brains. What's happened?”
“I've become the owner of Garthoyle Gardens.”
“Well, but—but that only means you've thirty thousand a year to spend on racketing about instead of five,” said Jack, with a perplexed air.
“No; it means that I shall have no time to racket about. You didn't know my Uncle Algernon. Garthoyle Gardens were his passion; they were almost his monomania.
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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson,  Garthoyle Gardens — Chapter I (1913)

“ Has there been an earthquake in the night?”
“No, your lordship. But there's some young persons waiting to see your lordship,” said Mowart.
“That's all right. I advertised for them,” I said.
“There's a good many young persons, your lordship,” said Mowart, in a shaky voice.
I went to the window, and my eyes and mouth opened wide as I gazed down on a surging, seething sea of wide-spreading hats. Among them rose scores of policemen's helmets, and a column of police was marching into the triangle through its apex.
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