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Linton agreed, with a hangdog expression. "But why? What for?" "We've split," Mr. Quirk explained. Then he heaved a sigh. "It's made a new man of me a'ready." "My end will look all right when I get her boarded up," Linton vouchsafed, "but Old Jerry drew the hind quarters." His shoulders heaved in silent amusement. "'Old' Jerry!" snapped the smaller man. "Where'd you get the 'old' at?
Harlan had ridden directly to the bunkhouse door and dismounted. Red Linton said nothing until Harlan seated himself on a bench just outside the bunkhouse door. Then Linton grinned at him. "There's a geezer come a-wooin'," he said. Harlan glared at the red-haired man a truculent, savage glare that made Linton stretch his lips until the corners threatened to retreat to his ears.
A general feeling of uneasiness had been excited as soon as it was known that the "Startler" had left her moorings to go in search of the two escaped prahus. Mr Linton did not feel happy in his own mind, though he did not communicate his fears to a soul.
After a moment the former speaker whispered, meditatively: "I'D have GIVE him the lemons if he'd asked me for 'em. Sick people need lemons." "Sometimes they do and sometimes they don't," Mr. Linton whispered, shortly. "Lemons is acid, and acid cuts phlegm." "Lemons ain't acid; they're alkali." This statement excited a derisive snort from Mr. Quirk. "Alkali! My God! Ever taste alkali?"
A speech which manifested so unusual an amount of reflection in Wally that every one was spellbound, and professed inability to eat any more. Bob and Tommy stood on the verandah to watch their visitors go; Mr. Linton and Norah in the motor, while Jim and Wally rode. The merry shouts of farewell echoed through the gathering dusk. "Bless them," said Tommy "the dears.
"Norah's not a town girl, and her head isn't full of idiotic, silly bosh. I'll thank you " Mr. Linton came in at the moment, and the point on which Jim intended to express his gratitude remained unuttered. Cecil had reddened wrathfully, and the general atmosphere was electric. Mr. Linton took, apparently, no notice. He pulled Norah's hair gently as he passed her.
"But you didn't enter for the House Competitions, did you? What weight are you?" "Just under ten stone." "A light-weight. Why, Linton boxed for your house in the Light-Weights surely?" "Yes sir. They wouldn't let me go in." "You hurt yourself?" "No, sir." "Then why wouldn't they let you go in?" "Drummond thought Linton was better. He didn't know I boxed." "But this is very curious.
Farnum wrote immediately to Lady Linton, giving her a full account of her interview with her despised sister-in-law, while Virgie, as soon as she could recover sufficient strength and composure to make the effort, also wrote a long letter to Sir William.
I know he couldn't love a Linton; and yet he'd be quite capable of marrying your fortune and expectations: avarice is growing with him a besetting sin. There's my picture: and I'm his friend so much so, that had he thought seriously to catch you, I should, perhaps, have held my tongue, and let you fall into his trap. Miss Linton regarded her sister-in-law with indignation.
The candidate was there, perched on the edge of a table, nursing his knee in his clasped hands and talking vigorously to a few of his intimates. The defection was not bothering him, apparently. Harlan promptly understood why. As he stood for a moment, making sure that neither Linton nor Wadsworth was there, he heard the mellow blare of distant band music. Spinney jumped off the table.