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If Sowerby had been trapped and was already dead, the knowledge would creep through the bazaars like a soft wind of the night, and all the Arab world would rejoice that a cursed Inglesi, making the unpardonable breach of their code, had been given to the crocodiles, been smothered, or stabbed, or tortured to death with fire. And, if it were so, what could be done?
She, the little Nesta, the tall pure-eyed girl before him, was, young though she was, already in the fight with evil: a volunteer of the army of the simply Christian. The worse for it? Sowerby would think so.
He had come there with the intention of exclaiming against Sowerby, and of inducing Robarts to convey to that gentleman, that if he, Lord Lufton, were made to undergo any further annoyance about this bill, the whole affair should be thrown into the lawyer's hands; but instead of doing this, he had brought an accusation against Robarts.
But though he made such protest with warmth, he knew that he did so ineffectually. Sowerby only smiled, and said that the proof of the pudding was in the eating. "What is the good of a man keeping a curate if it be not to save him from that sort of drudgery?" he asked. "Drudgery! If I were a drudge how could I be here to-day?" "Well, Robarts, look here.
Young Sowerby appeared forgiving enough he was a perfect gentleman: but Fredi's appalling sense of fun must try him hard. And those young fellows are often more wounded by a girl's thoughtless laughter than by a man's contempt. Nataly should have protected him.
"Can you beat that? Did you tumble to his game?" Sowerby stared at Stringer, and Stringer stared at Sowerby. "Except," began the latter in a voice hushed with amazement, "that he's got the coolest cheek of any mortal being I ever met."... Dunbar's grim face relaxed, and he laughed boyishly, his square shoulders shaking. "He was leading up to the confidence trick!" he said, between laughs.
Any one else would have saved his shilling, as Mrs. Harold Smith's house was only just across Oxford Street, in the neighbourhood of Hanover Square; but Mr. Sowerby never thought of this. He had never saved a shilling in his life, and it did not occur to him to begin now. He had sent word to her to remain at home for him, and he now found her waiting.
Semhians, and upon M. Falarique set Gallically pluming and crowing out of an Alsace-Lorraine growl were clever. Only, in such a letter, they were amazing. Nataly received it at Campiglio, when about to start for an excursion down the Sarca Valley to Arco. Her letter of reply was delayed. One to Victor from Dudley Sowerby, awaited them, on their return.
Sowerby, "neither to Harold Smith nor to us; you are making him rehearse his lecture, which is bad for him; and making us hear the rehearsal, which is bad for us." "Supplehouse belongs to a clique which monopolizes the wisdom of England," said Harold Smith, "or, at any rate, thinks that it does. But the worst of them is that they are given to talk leading articles."
But nevertheless there are worse men than Mr. Sowerby, and I am not prepared to say that, should he be successful with Miss Dunstable, that lady would choose by any means the worst of the suitors who are continually throwing themselves at her feet.
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