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There was a large sofa of most comfortable shape, covered with dark red velvet, and furnished with pillows and foot rugs, which would have satisfied a Sybarite of the first water. Beside the sofa stood a hookah, with all appliances in the Oriental fashion; and half a dozen long cherry-wood pipes neatly arranged above the mantelpiece showed that Mr.
A transitory expression of bewilderment clouded Shaynon's eyes. "I'm no judge," the detective announced doubtfully. "It makes no difference," Shaynon insisted. "Theft's theft!" "It makes a deal of difference whether it's grand or petit larceny," P. Sybarite flashed "a difference almost as wide and deep as that which yawns between attempted and successful wife-murder, Mr. Shaynon!"
"I think," announced the lady thoughtfully, "that you are one of the slickest young liars I ever listened to." "That must be considerable eminence," considered P. Sybarite with humility. "On the other hand, you're unquestionably a perfect little gentleman," she pursued. "And anyhow I'm going to take you at your word and trust you.
"Such being the case" P. Sybarite pushed back the little army of white chips "you may give me twenty dark-brown counters for these...." In ten minutes he had lost two hundred dollars. At the end of twenty minutes, he exchanged his last thirty-five dollars for seven brown chips.
Discovering this circumstance by the glimmer through the shadows of Violet's conspicuously striped black-and-white taffeta, P. Sybarite commented charitably upon their haste. "If we hurry we might catch up," suggested Molly Lessing. "I don't miss 'em much," he admitted, without offering to mend the pace. She laughed softly. "Are they really in love?"
For ten endless years the body and soul of P. Sybarite had been thrall to that Smell; for a complete decade he had inhaled it continuously nine hours each day, six days each week and had felt lonesome without it on every seventh day. But to-day all his being was in revolt, bitterly, hopelessly mutinous against this evil and overbearing Genius....
"This way," said P. Sybarite, indicating the wide window nearby. Through its draped opening a shallow balcony showed, half-screened by palms whose softly stirring fronds, touched with artificial light, shone a garish green against the sombre sky of night. Immediately Marian Blessington slipped through the hangings and, turning, beckoned P. Sybarite to follow.
But now again he must be hindered: a plain-clothes man dropped a heavy hand upon his shoulder and screwed the muzzle of a revolver into P. Sybarite's ear. "Under arrest!" he blatted wildly. "Carrying fire-arms! Causing a crowd to collect !" "All right all right!" P. Sybarite told him roughly. "I admit it.
Vavasor kept no servant of his own except that confidential groom down at Bicester. It was a rule with him that people could be better served and cheaper served by other people's servants than by their own. Even in the stables at Bicester the innkeeper had to find what assistance was wanted, and charge for it in the bill. And George Vavasor was no Sybarite.
But these words, in Philoinus' half-intoxicated mood, only increased his irritation; he burst into a mocking laugh, and staggering towards the door, shouted: "Immoderate Sybarite, you call me? good! here you have your answer: Shameless slave! one can still perceive the traces of what you were in your youth. Farewell then, slave of Iadmon and Xanthus, freedwoman of Charaxus!"
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