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One day, as he stood there, he suddenly found himself wondering whether this Madley, of whom the vicar had spoken, had ever discovered the strategic importance of the bedroom entry. Light, moreover, now caused him greater disquietude than did darkness.
In the early history of British dioceses, territorial boundaries were so vague as to be scarcely definable, but one of the earliest of the bishops holding office prior to the landing of Augustine was one Dubric, son of Brychan, who established a sort of college at Hentland, near Ross, and later on removed to another spot on the Wye, near Madley, his birthplace, being guided thither by the discovery of a white sow and litter of piglings in a meadow; a sign similar to the one by which the site of Alba Longa was pointed out to the pious son of Anchises.
"Look here," I said, "I have a special price on Flobert's target rifles $2.10 by the case but I will give you a cut even on that; I will make them $2, and now I want you to give me an order." "Two dollars," he said, as if turning it over in his mind; "$2, eh? I've a mind to go and see Madley with you." "Who is Madley?" "He's a clothing man, and chain lightning about offering gifts to purchasers.
But his own jealousy of Madley put him in mind of hers of her jilted rival of flesh and blood, and he remembered them.... Fool that he had been! Had he, then, expected his Desire to manifest herself while there still existed the evidence of his divided allegiance? What, and she with a passion so fierce and centred that it had not hesitated at the destruction, twice attempted, of her rival?
He turned on his heel to go out, and I followed. When we were on the sidewalk he said: "I don't give it up yet, but I can play bluff as well as he can." "You asked too much advance, I am afraid." "Oh, I know him. I'll go for him by and by." And he did. I called in the afternoon and took his order for 100 rifles, and he showed me a written order for them from Madley at $2.62.
He was a great recluse; seldom went out of the place, and " the vicar hesitated and then broke into a little gush of candour " and since you appear to have come for this information, and since it is better that the truth should be told than that garbled versions should get about, I don't mind saying that this man Madley died there, under somewhat unusual circumstances.
It was through a thought of the dead Madley that he made it. Since that night when he had thought in his greenness that a little studied neglect would bring the lovely Beckoner to her knees, and had made use of her own jealousy to banish her, he had not set eyes on those fifteen discarded chapters of Romilly. He had thrown them back into the window-seat, forgotten their very existence.
Oleron was conscious of a tingling of his nerves as he offered the vicar the alternative of sex. "Him," said the vicar. "A man. If I remember rightly, his name was Madley; an artist.
How the devil can they make it at that?" "Oh, they make it. How they do it is none of our concern. It would make you a very popular gift and the boys would go wild over it." Madley turned to me. "Is that your bottom price?" "I gave Mr. Bingham my very best figures." "How many have you got?" "Any amount you want."
It had probably already been painted, by a man called Madley who had lived there ... but Oleron had not known this Madley had a strong feeling that he wouldn't have liked him would rather he had lived somewhere else really couldn't stand the fellow hated him, Madley, in fact.
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