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"Good-day to you.... Hope this bright weather continues," and started rather precipitately down the hill, leaving Morphew to find his way by himself. His impetuosity was soon restrained. He tumbled immediately into a crowd, and pulling himself up abruptly and looking down the High Street he saw that the pavement on both sides of the street was black with people.
He confessed that there was a mystery in his life something he preferred not to speak of even with an old friend. Oddly enough, Carnaby and Morphew wrote both at the same time, wishing to see him, and saying that they had cheering news to impart. Amid his perplexities, which were not concerned with money alone, Harvey welcomed this opportunity of forgetting himself for a few hours.
'I thought you were never in town at this time, Morphew resumed. 'I want to get away, but can't afford it; devilish low-water with me. I must have a bicycle. With that and the camera I may just manage to live; often there seems little enough to live for. Tripcony? Oh, Tripcony's a damned swindler; I've given him up. Speculation isn't quite so simple as I imagined.
The fire which Morphew had built up before dinner was dying out, the shaded lamp on my table left all the corners in a mysterious twilight. The house was perfectly still, no one moving: my father in the library, where, after the habit of many solitary years, he liked to be left alone, and I here in my retreat, preparing for the formation of similar habits.
I was so well pleased with this way of embalming themselves that I commanded the above-said Morphew to give it in his orders to his whole army, that every one, who did not surrender himself to be disposed of by the upholders, should use the same method to keep himself sweet during his present state of putrefaction.
You're a beast and a villain, and there's an end of it. 'And how has this become known to Miss Winter? Harvey inquired, seeing that Morphew lost himself in gloom. 'You might almost guess it; these things always happen in the same way. You've heard me speak of a fellow called Driffel no? I thought I might have mentioned him. He got to know the girl.
Cecil Morphew had somehow got into better circumstances, had repaid the loan of fifty pounds, and professed to know much more about speculation than in the days when he made money only to lose it again; but it was to be feared that Cecil associated with people of shady character, and might at any moment come to grief in a more or less squalid way.
Morphew came, as he always did, very deliberately, so that some time elapsed in silence, during which my surprise grew. When the old man appeared at the door "Have you put the lights in the drawing-room, as I told you?" my father said. "Yes, sir; and opened the box, sir; and it's a it's a speaking likeness " This the old man got out in a great hurry, as if afraid that his master would stop him.
'It has brought in a little money, and may ought to bring more. But if Morphew goes down Alma glanced at him, and said timidly 'You are going to Greystone at Easter. 'We shall all go. What of that? 'Haven't you' she spoke with an effort 'sometimes thought you would like to live there? 'Great heavens Alma! He stared at her in humorous astonishment, then slowly shook his head.
Cecil Morphew, though differing in all other respects from Hugh Carnaby, showed a face which, like Hugh's, was growing prematurely old; a fatigued complexion, sunken eyes; an expression mingled of discontent and eagerness, now furtive, now sanguine, yet losing the worse traits in a still youthful smile as he came forward to meet his friend.
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