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Andrew looked with some slight superstition at the peculiar man, with such a tone of authority, and said again, but respectfully: "Do I understand you as speaking to me, sir?" "Thee is called to preach!" said the object, in precisely the same tone of voice, and vanished. Andrew Zane walked across to the hotel and saw Duff Salter, freshly arrived, looking at him intently.
The prefix and the affix were bestowed by one of his customers, Vice-Admiral Munden, who, having cruised much upon the coast of Spain, acquired a weakness for Spanish titles, and bestowed a variant of one on the Chelsea coffee-house keeper. That same Mr. Salter was an odd character.
We had lost the sound of the carriage. Heriot fell to musing. He remarked that the accident took away from Mr. Salter the responsibility of delivering him at Surrey House, but that he, Heriot, was bound, for Mr. Salter's sake, to conduct me to the doors; an unintelligible refinement of reasoning, to my wits. We reached our town between two and three in the morning.
He observed, that he found himself unable to behave with the same ease in his finery, as when dressed in his plain clothes. In the winter of this year, he established a weekly club, at the King's Head, in Ivy Lane, near St. Paul's, of which the other members were Dr. Salter, a Cambridge divine; Hawkesworth; Mr. Ryland, a merchant; Mr. John Payne, the bookseller; Mr.
Salter is accustomed to my bringing home a stray guest." "Had I not better dress?" "Certainly not; come along with me now, just as you are." Thus the matter being arranged, the pair once more entered the taxi, and were presently steering through the traffic of various thoroughfares and teeming bazaars.
All this the new assistant readily gathered as Salter steered him in the direction of the manager's sanctum. Here he found the head of the firm, a tall individual, with grizzled hair covering a fine square head, a hard, clean-shaven face, and a pince-nez which pince-nez he invariably removed when about to make a disagreeable remark.
Salter is rich; if you will look round now you will see her the little woman with the yellow fan and diamond comb; notice her blazing ear-rings; and yet I have seen the same lady with her petticoats kilted high, standing knee-deep in a rice cart and diving with both hands into the grain to test its quality!"
Higher and higher her fine treble voice arose till the homing birds answered and every living thing in the forest felt the throb of the poignant melody everything except the baby on her breast. It slept on as soundly as if it breathed her peace into its soft little body. Night had fallen when we reached the house, a one-room log cabin. "Light and go in," said Brother Salter.
Duff Salter arose and spoke with that lost voice, like one in a vacuum, while he folded his tablet. "Agnes," he said, "it has been cruel to a man of such a sceptical soul as mine to educate him back from the faith he had acquired to the unfaith he had tried to put behind him. Why did you do it? The suppression of the truth is never excusable.
Duff Salter, looking up at a catch in the singing, saw that Calvin Van de Lear was leaning familiarly on the lady's shoulder while he turned the leaves of the book of sacred music. "I am very sick," said the old clergyman, still shaken by the chills. "Perhaps we shall meet together no more. My fellow-executor, do my part in this world!
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