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Would it be too much of an imposition for me to ask you to keep the parrot over here until Monday?" he asked. "Not at all," said Mr. Martin heartily. "I'm not sure we could trust Bibsy to let the parrot alone. You know how it is with birds and cats, Mr. Bullfinch," said Mrs. Martin. "Say, do you think any cat could get the best of a bird with a beak on him like that?" cried Jerry.
Martin and the fort of La Pree, as on their side the French were besieging La Rochelle. D'Artagnan, as we have said, had become more tranquil, as always happens after a past danger, particularly when the danger seems to have vanished. He only felt one uneasiness, and that was at not hearing any tidings from his friends.
"So we will," I said; "but I wish that you would get off your wet clothes, or, strong as you are, you may suffer from remaining in them so long." Alick laughed at this notion. "This fire will soon dry me," he answered, "and I'll stay by it and attend to Martin while you three collect the materials and build the wigwam." I in vain expostulated with my brother.
He at the same time sent Lancelot and me. "I intend to let you return with your friends, as you require rest after the hard work you have gone through," he said in a kind tone. "You must also take charge of Martin Shobbrok, whose great age and failing strength unfits him for active service.
George and Mary Martin were the youngest couple, and Dick doubted whether either of them was past twenty-one. The others were all nearer thirty. They spent their time side by side, gazing over the sea, perfectly happy in each other's company. Jerold Brown and Peter Yarbro were constantly fishing, from the collapsible boat, while their wives played cards.
It was ten o'clock in the morning when Martin brought his car to a stop and looked up at the heavy Gothic decorations of a pompous house in East Fifty-fifth Street. "Is this it?" "Yes," said Joan, getting out of the leather-lined coat that he had wrapped her in. "It really is a house, isn't it; and luckily, all the gargoyles are on the outside."
Now tell me what you have been doing. Talk to me. I won't talk. I'll rest but I shall hear. That's so wonderful that I can hear you. I've been living in such a queer world no tongue no ears no mind, hardly only my eyes. She obeyed him by a great effort. She talked to him of what, she hardly knew! about her months in London and Torquay : about her illness the farm Hester Martin and Cicely.
Madame Raymond, who had taken from her husband's books a vague tint of philosophy, declared that things were nothing, and that the idea was everything. Without looking at Madame Berthier-d'Eyzelles, seated at her right, the Countess Martin murmured: "Oh, yes, people see only their ideas; they follow only their ideas. They go along, blind and deaf. One can not stop them."
When Martin was gone Carl glanced at her. She stiffened and pretended to be absorbed in a magazine. He took from the mess of papers and letters that lived in his inside coat pocket a war-map he had clipped from a newspaper, and drew tactical lines on it. From his room he brought a small book he had bought that day. He studied it intently.
Again he saw himself as the Dethroned Prince, and remembered that one year ago, sailing for South America to fly with Tony Bean, he had been the lion at a Christmas party on shipboard, while Martin Dockerill, his mechanic, had been a friendly slave.
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