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"It won't take me a minute to get mine." "Wentworth, I'm glad to be rid of her." "All oh, well so am I," said Calder. Late that evening the butler presented Miss Agatha Glyn with two letters on a salver. As her eye fell on the addresses, she started. Her heart began to beat. She sat and looked at the two momentous missives. "Now which," she thought, "shall I read first?
A week later, four gentlemen sat one evening in the smoking-room at a house on the rolling ground where the hills dip to the seaboard plain. Three were rather fat, gray-haired, and solemn, and one was young. The latter indicated a siphon and decanter on the table when Mordaunt came in. "Help yourself," he said. "Where's Dick?"
Brian had made himself as respectable as possible under the odd circumstances of dining in his riding-dress, and sat next to Madge, contentedly sipping his wine, and listening to the pleasant chatter which was going on around him. Felix Rolleston was in great spirits, the more so as Mrs Rolleston was at the further end of the table, hidden from his view. Julia Featherweight sat near Mr.
But at length all was over: the last visit had been paid and received, the last evening party in their honour sat through; and Mahony breathed again. He had felt stiff and unnatural under this overdose of demonstrativeness.
And with the word He tucked in his head, and went off again. "The folly of childhood," sighed his mother, "Has always been my especial bother." The yellow-beaks they slept on and on They never had heard of the bogy To-morrow; But the mother sat outside, making her moan She'll soon have to beg, or steal, or borrow. For she never can tell the night before, Where she shall find one red worm more.
He prowls around and challenges man until he comes to the flypaper; he then slinks away. No dignified tiger would dare face a human being after squatting down upon a sticky flypaper!" "Lord Krishna!" The glorious form of the avatar appeared in a shimmering blaze as I sat in my room at the Regent Hotel in Bombay.
Meanwhile, one form had sat through this whole incident without a gesture; and on the quiet brow, from which I could not keep my eyes, no shadows appeared save the perpetual one of native melancholy, which was at once the source of its attraction and the secret of its power. Into what sort of gathering had I stumbled?
"It was sent to me some months ago with the request that I give it to you when I had word to do so. I have had word. Here it is." "I think I'll be going now." Pryor Gaines rose with the words. "Don't go," Jim insisted. "I want you here." So Gaines sat down. Shirley, who was quick in intuitive power, knew instinctively what awaited him.
I do not remember much about that process, too occupied with wondering what these companions of mine were like; but presently we all came to a long room with a long table, where nineteen lists of indictments and nineteen pieces of blotting paper were set alongside nineteen pens. We did not, I recollect, speak much to one another, but sat down, and studied those nineteen lists.
The cold still pursued me, and I was glad to take refuge in an inner kitchen, which, when the door was not open, was only lighted by a fire burning somewhat dimly on the hearth. An elderly female sat beside it in her chair, telling her beads: there was something singular and extraordinary in her look, as well as I could discern by the imperfect light of the apartment.
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