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Nick asked, gently... "That's what you like doing what you were this morning; with women lolling, with their things off, to be painted, and people like that man." Nick slowly got up, hesitating. "My dear Julia, apart from the surprise this morning, do you object to the living model?" "Not a bit, for you." "What's the inconvenience then, since in my studio they're only for me?"
It would make her like you better, but it wouldn't make her like me. I'm afraid she won't care for any benefit that comes to me from another hand than hers. Her affection's a very jealous sentiment." "It's a very peculiar one!" sighed Mr. Carteret. "Mine's a jealous sentiment too. However, if she takes it that way don't tell her." "I'll let you know as soon as she comes round," said Nick.
"Perhaps, after all," said Nick, "he isn't so far off his base on the ghost question as you think he is." "Don't you deceive yourself about that. He is just as sure that his aunt's spirit removed those jewels as you are that that house is resting on its foundations. "And I wouldn't try to shake his belief just now," continued Horace, seriously. "Simply say nothing about the affair this evening.
We entered the offices, partly contained in the rock, and applied for admission into the dominion of the gnomes. Our arrival was quite in the nick of time, for we had not to be kept waiting, as we happened to complete the party of twelve, without which the guides do not start. It was a Tower of London business; and, as at the Tower, the demand upon our purses was not very heavy.
"It isn't my way to show the white feather when the first cold wind starts to blowing, Thad, and no matter what Nick is planning to do I'm not going to give him the first chance to profit by my discovery of that short-cut route from road to road." "That means you decline to be shoved off the path, does it, Hugh?"
Nick was busily picking up nuts and replacing them in such bags as remained unbroken but he wasn't eager to part with his money. Nickels were not plentiful after one's food was paid for, and though lodgings cost nothing, being any odd corner of floor or pavement adjoining the press-rooms whence he obtained his papers, there were other things he craved.
How did the Dean know that Patches' story was anything more than a cleverly arranged tale, invented for the express purpose of allaying any suspicion as to his true relationship with Nick? If Patches' character was so far above suspicion, why did he always dodge any talk that might touch his past? Was it necessary or usual for men to keep so close-mouthed about themselves?
He had left the theater the moment Cervera concluded her performance, and since had completed a perfect disguise in the cab, which he had had in waiting, with all the properties for effecting the change mentioned. That Patsy would constantly keep their quarry in view, and without being suspected, Nick had not a doubt. Nor was he mistaken.
"To be sure I do," said I; "I have known Tom ever since I was a boy, and should be confounded sorry to hear Tom prophesy any harm of me; for I have always taken him to be a very true man of his word." "Yes, I'll warrant him," said my uncle; "for though Tom is a negro, and as black as old Nick, yet I would as soon take Tom's word as that of any white man in Carolina.
Nick drew himself up until he could grasp the sill of the door, then easily reached the floor and the clearer atmosphere of the parlor. "Well, here's a pretty mess!" he growled, in tones of self-condemnation. "If ever I was done by a crafty jade, I've been done by one this night." "How in thunder did it happen, Nick?" demanded Chick, with no little amazement.
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