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"Hold your tongue, you ass!" said Crossthwaite, as he clapped his hand over his mouth, expecting every moment to find us all three in the Rhadamanthine grasp of a policeman; while I stood laughing, as people will, for mere disgust at the ridiculous, which almost always intermingles with the horrible. At last, out it came "Bedad! we're going to do it!
Crossthwaite?" asked I, in a tone of lofty indignation, holding up the last scrap of unroasted plush. Roars of laughter from both of them made me only more frantic, and I broke out so incoherently, that it was some time before the pair could make out the cause of my fury.
I felt as if I must speak all my heart or none; and I watched her lavish kindness with a sort of sleepy, passive wonder, like a new-born babe. At last, one day, my kind nurses allowed me to speak a little. I broached to Crossthwaite the subject which filled my thoughts. "How came I here? How came you here? and Lady Ellerton? What is the meaning of it all?"
"Silence!" said Crossthwaite; "walls have ears. Come down to the nearest house of call, and talk it out like men, instead of grumbling in the street like fish-fags." So down we went. Crossthwaite, taking my arm, strode on in moody silence once muttering to himself, bitterly "Oh, yes; all right and natural! What can the little sharks do but follow the big ones?"
Crossthwaite will live and thrive by the labour of his hands; while, for such a helpless invalid as I to travel, would be to dissipate the little capital which Mackaye has left me. "The day will come, when society will find it profitable, as well as just, to put the means of preserving life by travel within the reach of the poorest. All is arranged for you.
In two hours afterwards, Mackaye, Porter, Crossthwaite, and I were at the door, accompanied by a policeman, and a search-warrant. Porter had insisted on accompanying us. He had made up his mind that his son was at Downes's; and all representations of the smallness of his chance were fruitless.
They're the unknown great the unaccredited heroes, as Master Thomas Carlyle would say whom the flunkeys aloft have not acknowledged yet though they'll be forced to, some day, with a vengeance. Are you convinced, once for all?" "I really do not understand political questions, Crossthwaite." "Does it want so very much wisdom to understand the rights and the wrongs of all that?
Lancie Crossthwaite will land you a trout, three pounds weight, with a line that wouldn't lift a dead weight of one pound from the floor to the table. I'll uphold he will. Eh? What?" "I'll do it myself, some day; see if I don't, father." "I've no doubt of it, Charlotte; not a bit."
But it was as impossible to prove the offence against him, as to punish him for it. Of that wretched man, too, and his subsequent career, I shall have somewhat to say hereafter. Verily, there is a God who judgeth the earth! But now behold me and my now intimate and beloved friend, Crossthwaite, with nothing to do a gentlemanlike occupation; but, unfortunately, in our class, involving starvation.
We took a room, and Crossthwaite coolly saw us all in; and locking the door, stood with his back against it. "Now then, mind, 'One and all, as the Cornishmen say, and no peaching. If any man is scoundrel enough to carry tales, I'll " "Do what?" asked Jemmy Downes, who had settled himself on the table, with a pipe and a pot of porter.
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