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"I I'm going home!" she said, not looking at him. "Then I will come with you, if I may?" "I had rather go alone with my brother." "So pray s-stand aside, sir!" said Barrymaine haughtily through his swollen lips, staggering a little despite Cleone's arm. "Sir," said Barnabas pleadingly, "I struck you a while ago, but it was the only way to save you from a greater evil, as you know "
We had words this morning a good many and, the end of it was he departed for good, and all on your account!" "My account?" "And with a month's rent due, not to mention the Spanswick's wages, and she has a tongue! 'Oh, Death, where is thy sting?" "But how on my account?" "Sir, in a word, he resented my friendship for you. Sir, Barrymaine is cursed proud, but so am I as Lucifer!
Chichester, "I am your friend, Ronald, and I think you will always remember that." Mr. Chichester's tone was soothing, and the pat he bestowed upon Barrymaine's drooping shoulder was gentle as a caress, yet Barrymaine flinched and drew away, and the hand he stretched out towards the bottle was trembling all at once. "Yes," Mr.
Fell asleep brandy, perhaps, and ha, your pardon, sir!" and Ronald Barrymaine rose, somewhat unsteadily, and, folding his threadbare dressing-gown about him, bowed, and so stood facing Barnabas, a little drunk and very stately. "This is my friend Beverley, of whom I told you," Mr. Smivvle hastened to explain. "Mr. Barnabas Beverley, Mr. Ronald Barrymaine." "You are welcome, sir," said Mr.
"And for this," said he, shaking his head in gentle disbelief, "for this our young Good Samaritan is positively eager to pay twenty thousand odd pounds " "As a loan," muttered Barrymaine, "it would be only a loan, and I I should be free of Jasper Gaunt f-for good and all, damn him!" "Let us rather say you would try a change of masters " "Now by God Chichester !"
But Barnabas struck and the tinder caught, then, as the light came, Barrymaine shrank away and away, and, crouching against the wall, stared down at himself, at his right sleeve ripped and torn, and at certain marks that spattered and stained him, here and there, awful marks much darker than the cloth.
The galloping hoofs drew rapidly nearer, stopped suddenly, and as Barnabas, hesitating, glanced towards the window, it was flung wide and somebody came leaping through a wild, terrible figure; and as he turned in the light of the candles, Barnabas looked into the distorted face of Ronald Barrymaine. For a moment he stood, his arms dangling, his head bent, his glowing eyes staring at Mr.
"'Scuse me, gents!" said the head, speaking hoarsely, and rolling its eyes at them, "name o' Barrymaine, vich on ye might that be, now?" "Ha?" cried Mr. Smivvle angrily, "so you're here again, are you!" "'Scuse me, gents!" said the head, blinking its round eyes at them, "name o' Barrymaine, no offence, vich?" "Come," said Mr. Smivvle, beginning to tug at his whiskers, "come, get out, d'ye hear!"
"S-such a c-cursed drowsy " Barrymaine sank down upon his side, rolled over upon his back, threw wide his arms, and so lay, breathing stertorously. Then Mr.
"No no!" answered Barrymaine, speaking in a thick, indistinct voice and rocking unsteadily upon his heels, "I'm not n-not drunk, only dev'lish sleepy!" and swaying to the wall he leaned there with head drooping. "Then you'd better lie down, Ronald."
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