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Palford, with chill inward disgust. "Pheasants, partridges, woodcock, grouse " "I shouldn't shoot anything like that if I went at it," he responded shamelessly. "I should shoot my own head off, or the fellow's that stood next to me, unless he got the drop on me first." He did not know that he was ignominious. Nobody could have made it clear to him.
"I it is really impossible." Mr. Palford hesitated. "As to steerage, my dear Mr. Temple Barholm, you you can't." Tembarom got up and stood with his hands thrust deep in his pockets. It seemed to be a sort of expression of his sudden hopeful excitement. "Why not " he said. "If I own about half of England and have money to burn, I guess I can buy a steerage passage on a nine-day steamer."
Palford took them from her with a slight bow of thanks. He adjusted his glasses and read aloud, with pauses between phrases which seemed somewhat to puzzle him. "Dear little Miss Alicia: "I've got to light out of here as quick as I can make it. I can't even stop to tell you why. There's just one thing don't get rattled, Miss Alicia. Whatever any one says or does, don't get rattled.
Burrill had presented himself in answer to the bell, and awaited orders. His Grace called Tembarom's attention to him, and Tembarom included Palliser with Palford and Grimby when he gave his gesture of instruction. "Take these gentlemen to Sir Ormsby Galloway, and then ask Mr. Temple Barholm if he'll come down-stairs," he said.
Temple Temple Barholm, a cheap young man in cheap clothes, and speaking New York slang with a nasal accent. Mr. Palford, feeling him appalling and absolutely without the pale, was still aware that he stood in the position of an important client of the firm of Palford & Grimby.
And him " pointing a stumpy, red finger disparagingly at Tembarom, aghast and incredulous "that New York lad that's sold newspapers in the streets you say he's come into it?" "Precisely." Mr. Palford spoke with some crispness of diction. Noise and bluster annoyed him. "That is my business here. Mr. Tembarom is, in fact, Mr. Temple Temple Barholm of Temple Barholm, which you seem to have heard of."
Then, with renewed hope, he added, "Say, I 'm going to try and get them to wait till Wednesday." "I do not think " Mr. Palford began, and then felt it wiser to leave things as they were. "But I'm not qualified to give an opinion. I do not know Miss Hutchinson at all." But the statement was by no means frank. He had a private conviction that he did know her to a certain degree. And he did.
Palford would have been extremely bored by him if he had been of the type of young outsider who is anxiouus about himself and expansive in self-revelation and appeals for advice; but sometimes Tembarom's air of frankness, which was really the least expansive thing in the world and revealed nothing whatever, besides concealing everything it chose, made him feel himself almost irritatingly baffled.
The dinner was a deadly, though sumptuous, meal, and long drawn out, when measured by meals at Mrs. Bowse's. He did not know, as Mr. Palford did, that it was perfect, and served with a finished dexterity that was also perfection. Mr. Palford, however, was himself relieved when it was at an end. He had sat at dinner with the late Mr.
The mind connected such almost dapper freshness and excellent taste only with unexaggerated incidents and a behavior which almost placed the stamp of absurdity upon the improbable in circumstance. The vision of disorderly and illegal possibilities seemed actually to fade into an unreality. "If Mr. Palford and Mr.
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