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On the contrary, Boden fancied that his friend Pigeonswing was pleased, rather than terrified, at ascertaining the character of their visitor, though he no longer put himself forward, as had been the case previously; and from that moment the young warrior appeared to carry himself in a more subdued and less confident manner than was his wont.
It was this reserve, and this respect for a recognized principle, that enabled the bee-hunter to purchase a great deal of popularity, by giving away liberally an article so much prized. None, indeed, was reserved; Boden seeing the impossibility of carrying it away.
The voice was Lucy Manisty's. "Good heavens, no! Artists and judges together. The gate of art is a deal straiter than the gate of Heaven." Boden caught Victoria's laugh. "Let him alone," he said, indulgently. "His is the only aristocracy I can stand with apologies to my hostess." "Oh, we're done for," said Victoria, quietly.
"Sir," said Pollnitz, beside himself with rage, "these papers " but he became suddenly silent, for the door of the cabinet was opened again, and the king entered the room. He glanced scornfully at Pollnitz, who was scarcely able to conceal his anger, and approached Baron von Boden.
"Really? Then who will be in possession?" asked Gerald Tatham, a very perceptible sneer in his disagreeable voice. He disliked Boden as one of "the infernal Radicals" whom Victoria would inflict on the sacred precincts of Duddon, but he was generally afraid of him in conversation. "Merely the rich" the tone was still nonchalant "the Haves against the Haven'ts.
Better hand loose, nor bound to an ill baikine. Better late thrive then never. Buy when I bid you. Better sit idle then work for nought. Better learn by your neighbors skaith nor by your own. Better half an egge, nor teem doup. Better apple given nor eaten. Better a Dog faun nor bark on you. Boden gear stinks. Bourd neither with me, nor with my Honour. Betwixt twae stools the arse falls down.
"At last!" repeated Pollnitz; "truly it was a long time before this cowardly man could be brought to the point." "Did I not tell you that the king was resolved to get rid of Boden?" said Fredersdorf; "but let us listen! no, why should we listen? Boden has handed in his resignation, and the king has accepted it.
He had old-fashioned ideas on the family, and did not want to see divorce made easy. And he was quaintly Ruskinian in matters of art, believing that all art should appeal to ethical or poetic emotion. "Boden admires a painter because he is a good man and pays his washing bills," drawled Delorme behind his cigarette, from the lazy depths of a garden chair.
Then Tom tried the window, hoping to make his exit by it, but found it was nailed down beyond his power to unfasten. "Never heard of such a thing in Shetland before," growled Tom. "What's he afraid of here? One would think Boden was the abode of thieves or pirates at this rate. Anyway, there are plenty of books about."
"All right, Fred," Tom cried; "since you counsel such action, we'll range ourselves under Yaspard's banner, and it shall be 'Boden and Lunda against the world." "Stop! stop! you misunderstand me, Tom. I said that I was glad that there were plenty of foes of the black flag, and that you would find it so; but in saying that I did not desire you to sail under it.
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