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There in the corner formed by the angle of nave and transept, on a broad pavement of flagstones, lay the body of a man crumpled up in a curiously twisted position. And with one glance, even before he reached it, Bryce knew what body it was that of the man who had come, shyly and furtively, to Ransford's door. "Look!" exclaimed Varner, suddenly pointing. "He's stirring!"
Austen made no sign of denial and Rowland continued: "Then, for drugging a sailor into a stupor, and having him on lookout out of his turn while in that condition, and at the moment when the Titan struck the iceberg, Captain Bryce and Mr. Austen have, as part owners, committed an act which nullifies the insurance on that ship." "You infernal, lying scoundrel!" roared Captain Bryce.
"Yes; I wanted to part with the horse he was always a little too hard in the mouth for me," said Godfrey; his pride making him wince under the idea that Bryce guessed the sale to be a matter of necessity. "I was going to see after him I thought some mischief had happened.
Buck insisted on keeping an engagement to dine with Moira, and Bryce agreed to call for him at the Bon Gusto restaurant. Then Bryce went home to dine with his father. Old Cardigan was happier than his son had seen him since the return of the latter to Sequoia. "Well, sonny, I've had a mighty pleasant afternoon," he declared as Bryce led him to the dinner-table.
"This will explain my business," he said, and handed me a piece of pasteboard. I took it from him; it was one of Bryce's visiting cards, and scribbled across the foot of it were these words: "Introducing Mr. Albert Cumshaw. H. Bryce." "I've been expecting you, Mr. Cumshaw," I said. "I've been expecting you for some days now."
At any rate he twisted on his heel so that his back was turned to us, dropped the match he had been playing with and ostentatiously struck another. "That gentleman across the road, the one with his back to us, is keeping your house under surveillance," I said to Bryce. "I suppose he's afraid the place'll run away." "Afraid I'll run away, more likely," Bryce answered.
Sir Edward Grey, as philosophic and enduring a man as I know, seems much more depressed than I have ever known him to be; Bryce is very very far from cheerful; Plunkett , whom also you know, is in the dumps it's hard to find a cheerful or a hopeful man. The secrecy of official life has become so great and successful that prophecy of political changes must be mere guess work.
Viewing the Basuto National Assembly in South Africa, Lord Bryce recently wrote, "The resemblance to the primary assemblies of the early peoples of Europe is close enough to add another to the arguments which discredit the theory that there is any such thing as an Aryan type of institutions."
The typical Tory mind in general sees no good in the idea. The typical Tory mind is the insular mind. On the other hand, the League idea is understood as a necessity and heartily approved by two powerful sections of public opinion the group of public men who have given attention to it, such as Bryce, Lord Robert Cecil, and the like, and some of the best and strongest leaders of Labour.
At any rate, they'll hang you up in the courts till you die of old age; and as I understand the matter, you have to have this line running in less than a year, or go out of business." Bryce hung his head thoughtfully. "I've been too cocksure," he muttered presently. "I shouldn't have spent that twelve thousand for rights of way until I had settled the matter of the franchise."
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