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Took it to show the man who looks after the cricket-field. 'Biffen? 'Just so, Biffen. Very intelligent man. Given me a good deal of help in one way and another all along. Well, I showed it to him and he said he thought he knew the face. Was almost certain it was one of the men at work on the grounds at the time of the robbery. Showed it to friend of his, the other ground-man. He thought same.
'It's gone, my boy. 'Gone? 'Wanted a little cash. Biffen uttered a sound in which remonstrance and sympathy were blended. 'I'm sorry to hear that; very sorry. Well, this must do. Now, I want to know how you scan this chorus in the "Oedipus Rex." Reardon took the volume, considered, and began to read aloud with metric emphasis. 'Choriambics, eh? cried the other.
Then, turning to her brother, 'Well, once more I congratulate you. I shall talk of your article incessantly, as soon as it appears. And I shall pester every one of my acquaintances to buy Reardon's books though it's no use to him, poor fellow. Still, he would have died more contentedly if he could have foreseen this. By-the-by, Biffen will be profoundly grateful to you, I'm sure.
From the expression on its face, the animal evidently voted the whole process pure foolishness. He pulled up without hesitation, and Biffen turned to Jim again. 'Surely they ain't come back yet? he said. 'I have, said Jim. 'I did myself up rather in the mile yesterday, and couldn't keep up the pace. I dropped out at that awfully long ploughed field by Parker's Spinney. Biffen nodded.
Whelpdale, also, would perchance know where Biffen lived, but Whelpdale's address he had also forgotten. At night there were long periods of delirium; not mere confused muttering, but continuous talk which the listeners could follow perfectly.
Biffen was despatched to the nearest shop to purchase one, and in the meanwhile Reardon packed a few necessaries in a small travelling-bag, ancient and worn, but the object of his affection because it had accompanied him on his wanderings in the South. When Harold returned, his appearance excited Reardon's astonishment he was white from head to foot. 'Snow?
At length Mr Baker stood up, collected his papers and books, and seemed about to depart; but, after certain uneasy movements and glances, he said to Biffen in a subdued voice: 'Perhaps I might speak to you outside the door a minute, sir? He and the teacher went out, the door closed, and Reardon heard sounds of muffled conversation.
'Poverty, I can only suppose. But I will see Whelpdale. I hadn't come across Biffen for a long time. 'Was he still so very poor? asked Amy, compassionately. 'I'm afraid so. His book failed utterly. 'Oh, if I had imagined him still in such distress, surely I might have done something to help him! So often the regretful remark of one's friends, when one has been permitted to perish.
Your brother is the successful man. A marvellous facility! I envy him. Few men at present writing have such talent. 'Please don't make him more conceited than he naturally is, interposed Dora. 'What news of Biffen? asked Jasper, presently. 'He says he shall finish "Mr Bailey, Grocer," in about a month. He read me one of the later chapters the other night.
Yet in Denmark there were five cattle to every eight acres of grass, and in the United Kingdom only four cattle to every nine acres. Let me quote Professor Biffen on the prospects of wheat: "In the United States the amount exported tends to fall.
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