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It's not the question whether he gets into debt, but whether he does mischief with what he spends. If Algy's a bad fish, Ned's a bit of a serpent; damned clever, no doubt. I suppose, you wouldn't let him marry old Fleming's daughter, now, if he wanted to?" "Who is Fleming?" Sir William thundered out. "Fleming's the father of the girl. I'm sorry for him.
Here's the key," and Elsmere held out to Catherine the aforesaid article, his honeyed voice and polite words matched by a cherubic smile. "The key?" asked Catherine. "O, the key to the library. How did you get it?" "Algy give it to me. I Algy's little help-boy," smiled the cherub. Catherine tried to take the key, but it refused to come. "What's the matter?" she asked. "It seems to be caught."
He had accompanied us to our own gates, and had then made a feint of leaving, but I had pressed him, with an eagerness proportioned to the seriousness of my design upon him, to accompany us, and he had yielded with a willing ease. I cannot help thinking that Algy does not look altogether pleased with the arrangement, but after all, it is my house, and not Algy's.
Freddie returned to the Albany in a state of gloom and uneasiness. Algy's remarks, coming on top of the Wally Mason episode, had shaken him. The London in which he and Derek moved and had their being is nothing but a village, and it was evident that village gossip was hostile to Derek. People were talking about him. Local opinion had decided that he had behaved badly. Already one man had cut him.
"They're surely not going to make a show of him!" he thought. Mrs. Dennant was writing, in a dark-blue dress starred over with white spots, whose fine lawn collar was threaded with black velvet. "Have you seen the new hybrid Algy's brought me back from Kidstone? Is n't it charmin'?" and she bent her face towards this perfect rose.
He loved talking English, and holding his listeners spell-bound. Next to Aaron on the sofa sat the Marchesa del Torre, an American woman from the Southern States, who had lived most of her life in Europe. She was about forty years of age, handsome, well-dressed, and quiet in the buzz of the tea-party. It was evident she was one of Algy's lionesses.
Certainly the locust was a "double-drummer", and could deafen the German Band when shaken up judiciously; still, it was dear at a sovereign. It is ever thus. What we have we do not value, and what other people have we are not strong enough to take from them. Such is life. Christmas was approaching, and the question of Algy's Christmas present agitated the bosom of his parents.
For my heart oh, rare case! is fuller of joy than it can hold. It brims over. Roger is coming back. It is February, and he has been away nearly seven months. All minor evils and anxieties Bobby's departure for Hong-Kong, Algy's increasing besotment about Mrs. When he is back, all will come right. Is it any wonder that they have gone wrong, while I only was at the helm?
And he has been saying something about . . . ?" "It isn't only Ronny, you know," Freddie hastened to interject. "Algy Martyn's talking about it, too. And lots of other fellows. And Algy's sister and a lot of people. They're all saying . . ." "What are they saying?" Freddie bent down and chafed the back of his legs.
In the mob, unfortunately near the center of confusion, was a half-drunken miner, rancorous as poison. He was somewhat roughly jostled by the press escaping Algy's pony. "Ye blank, blank chink I'll fix ye fer that!" he bawled at the top of his voice, and heaving his fellow white men right and left he laid vicious hands on the helpless cook and, dragging him down, went at him in savage brutality.
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