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Treddles was in trade, and though he had no preceese right to do so, yet there was some warrant for a man being expensive that imagined he was making a mint of money. But this unhappy lad devoured his patrimony, when he kenned that he was living like a ratten in a Dunlap cheese, and diminishing his means at a' hands. I canna bide to think on't."
'Ye'll mind Tam Elliot, replied the elder, 'him that was nevvy to auld Sandy o' the Ratten Raa farm that died and left him part money.
They heard the rustling of a woman's gown, and immediately afterwards the perfume of violets seemed to fill the room. "The Baroness von Ratten!" the butler announced. The door was closed behind her. The servant had disappeared. Peter advanced to meet his guest. She was a little above medium height, very slim, with extraordinarily fair hair, colorless face, and strange eyes.
His iron temperament was at white heat, and, as he afterwards said, he "cared no more for yon dirty chap wi' the big nose, nor if he were a ratten in a hay-loft!" "These is ours," he said, shortly. "I'll count 'em over, and see if they're right. There was only one young 'un that could fly. A white 'un."
"The Baroness who?" Peter demanded. "The Baroness von Ratten. You must have heard of her she is the friend of Bernadine." The two men had been out to lunch at the Ritz with Violet, and had walked across the Park home. Sogrange had been drawing on his gloves in the act of starting out for a call at the Embassy. "Does your wife know this woman?" he asked. Peter shook his head.
As soon as he had obtained this information, Bayne bustled off; but Mary Anne detained Henry Little, to moralize. Said she, "This rattening for trade contributions is the result of bad and partial laws. If A contracts with B, and breaks his contract, B has no need to ratten A: he can sue him.
Sogrange, who was standing talking to Peter before the library window, suddenly broke off in the middle of a sentence. He stepped back into the room and gripped his friend's shoulder. "It is the Baroness!" he exclaimed, quickly. "What does she want here?" "The Baroness who? Peter demanded. "The Baroness von Ratten. You must have heard of her she is the friend of Bernadine."
Grotait, I never knew you worsted in an argument: and this nut is too hard for my teeth, so I'm off to my work. Ratten me now and then for your own people's fault, if you are QUITE sure justice and public opinion demand it; but no more gunpowder, please." "Heaven forbid, Mr. Little. Gunpowder! I abhor it."
I know Ratten, the new Head, very well, but I have not been inside the school to see if it has changed at all since I went up to Cambridge.
The two men had no time to exchange a word. They heard the rustling of a woman's gown, and immediately afterward the perfume of violets seemed to fill the room. "The Baroness von Ratten," the butler announced. The door closed behind her. The servant had disappeared. Peter advanced to meet his guest.
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