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Mutimer did her best to keep up this deception. But Richard was well aware that the deception could not be lasting, and had the Princess alone been concerned he would probably never have commenced it. It was about his brother that he was really anxious. 'Arry might hear the truth any day, and Richard gravely feared the result of such a discovery.
That ain't 'alf so good. Me an' 'Arry, we set together, 'im with 'is arm round my wiste and me oldin' 'is 'and. It was jam, I can tell yer! 'Well, I don't want anyone sprawlin' me abaht, thet ain't my mark! 'But I do like 'Arry; you dunno the little ways 'e 'as; an' we're goin' ter be married in three weeks now. 'Arry said, well, 'e says, "I'll git a licence."
Where's 'Arry? 'Gone out, as usual. 'And why are you having tea with your hat on, Princess? 'Because I'm in a hurry, if you must know everything. Richard did not seek further information. He drank his tea standing. In five minutes Alice had bustled away for an evening with friends. Mrs. Mutimer cleared the table without speaking. 'Now get your sewing, mother, and sit down, began Richard.
'And who's going to support you? he asked, with rather forced indignation. 'There's interest per cent. coming out of my money. 'Arry must not be credited with conscious accuracy in his use of terms; he merely jumbled together two words which had stuck in his memory. 'Oh? And what are you going to do with your time? 'That's my business. How do other men spend their time?
"'Arry" was "'appy", and a little thing like the fact that friends of his enemies were present seemed to make little difference. Jovially he leaned over the table of Bozeman and Bill, after he had displayed himself before Mother Howard and received her sanction of his selections in dress.
He was meagre, and of shrewd visage; he wore a black frock coat rather shiny at the back and his collar was obviously of paper. Incipient baldness endowed him in appearance with a noble forehead; he carried eye-glasses. Whilst 'Arry mumbled a form of introduction, the journalist so Mr.
Then straight from these to "I'm going to marry 'Arry on the Fifth of January." "Oh, I say Harry Lauder," was Captain Hewes' eager comment. "I heard him singing to the chaps in the trenches just before I sailed a little stocky man in a red kilt. He'd laugh, and you'd want to cry."
Some few minutes later the little group of cabmen and loafers that collects round the cabmen's shelter at Haverstock Hill were startled by the passing of a cab with a ginger-coloured screw of a horse, driven furiously. They were silent as it went by, and then as it receded "That's 'Arry 'Icks. Wot's he got?" said the stout gentleman known as Old Tootles.
He stepped back then and stood grinning, his long, heavily muscled arms hanging low at his sides, his mustache trying vainly to stick out in more directions than ever. Fairchild rubbed a hand across his eyes. "You 've got me!" came at last. "You don't know me? 'Onest now, don't you? I 'm Arry! Don't you know now? 'Arry from Cornwall!"
Hence the nut to crack: Given 'Arry, by what rapid process of discipline can he be prepared for a state in which the 'Arrian characteristics will surely prove ruinous not only to himself but to all with whom he has dealings?
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