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Such taxing and financiering there has been, last Winter: tax on your street-lamp, on your fire-wood, increased excise on meat and eatables of all kinds: Be patient, ye poor; consider GLOIRE, and an ORIFLAMME so trampled on by the Austrian Heathen! Eatables, street-lamps, do I say? A small help, but a help: NON OLET, NON OLEAT. To what depths has Oriflamme come down!
If I don't, of course I can't "reap the benefit of one single pin" for the Society: Jephson not being a member. But the money, anyhow, would come from that old harpy out of the girl's estate. Olet! I don't like the fragrance of that kind of cash. But if the girl really is plain, "a toad," nothing may happen.
To smell, though well, is to stink: "Rides nos, Coracine, nil olentes Malo, quam bene olere, nil olere." And elsewhere: "Posthume, non bene olet, qui bene semper olet."
All that remains of her tomb of stone, the letters of which are almost worn out, is the following: " . . . Adorent, Utque tibi detur requies Rosamunda precamur." The rhyming epitaph following was probably the performance of some monk: "Hic jacet in tumba Rosamundi non Rosamunda, Non redolet sed olet, quae redolere solet."
"Non redolet sed olet!" exclaims the Yorkshireman, who dismounts in a twinkling, lending his friend a hand out of the unsavoury cesspool. "That's what comes of hunting in a new saddle, you see," added he, holding his nose. Jorrocks scrambles upon "terra firma" and exhibits such a spectacle as provokes the shouts of the field.
Babington-Herle perorated, "that all money is always fine thing to have. Non olet! Classical scholar, by Jove! Now let's have game hazard." Meanwhile those two had stood like statues. Vanringham seemed half-frightened, half persuaded that this unaccountable boy spoke at random. Talk, either way, the actor knew, was dangerous....
She is fair; a Beauty, some have said, who judge not by lines. Fair to me, Willoughby! She is my sky. There were applicants. In Italy she was besought of me. She has no history. You are the first heading of the chapter. With you she will have her one tale, as it should be. 'Mulier tum bene olet', you know. Most fragrant she that smells of naught.
The German is a German first and a human being afterwards.... But on the other hand England seems commercially indifferent to us and France has been economically hostile..." "After all," I said presently, after reflection, "in that matter of Pecunia non olet; there used to be fusses about European loans in China.
Having never done a stroke of work in my life, I can talk freely about my money. My grandfather was a pirate and slave-dealer. To my certain knowledge, not a penny of his wealth was honestly come by. That ought to allay your scruples about accepting it. NON OLET, you know. Let me write you out a cheque for five hundred, there's a good fellow.
"Pecunia non olet," he said; "I have never yet smelt a clerical fifty lira note."... But on the other hand Italy is very close to Germany; she wants easy money for development, cheap coal, a market for various products.
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