Mr. Lindon, early in life, had opened a small shop, and then enlarged it.
“I treat Lindon as if he were my son when we are at home,” said the old man, quietly.
Miss Brawne married a Mr. Lindon some years after the death of Keats.
No, my dear sister, can you not see that I mean all this as a lesson for Lindon?
He said this cheerfully and with considerable spirit, but Mr. Lindon's next remark was a little chilling.
This was that she was left so much without the society of Mr. Lindon.
Lindon, his only son, was exactly like him, even to the habit of whistling and the propensity for golf.
I thought when you said you would make her dance that you referred to Miss Lindon.
Nina was not born for some time after Mr. and Mrs. Lindon had been married.
This was a happy abruptness on Jack's part, and Lindon rather liked him for it.