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Give it up." She rose from her chair and standing by the window looked out into the street. Suddenly she turned and looked at me. "Would it please you if I gave up singing at L'Abbaye?" she asked quietly. "You know it would." "And if I did would you and Miss Cahoon go back to England at once?" Here was another question, one that I found very hard to answer. I tried to temporize.
I put it to him that there are two first-rate libraries in Dublin. "If I want a book," he said, "I buy it. We pay for what we use in Belfast. We are business men." "But," I explained, "there are some books, old ones, which you cannot buy. You can only consult them in libraries." "Why don't you go to London, then?" said Cahoon. The conversation took place in the club.
Cahoon, who came from Belfast, and spoke with the same kind of accent as McNeice, prophesied doleful things about the paralyzing of business under a Home Rule Parliament. What interested me was, not the conversation which beat fiercely on my ears, but the personal question, Why had Lady Moyne invited me to this party?
The pasture was tenanted by a red and white cow belonging to Sylvanus Cahoon. Whether or not the animal had, during her calfhood days, been injured by a woman is not known; possibly her behavior was due merely to innate depravity. At any rate, she cherished a mortal hatred toward human beings of her own sex.
I mean that young Raymond, son of the New York bank man, the ones that's had the Cahoon house all summer. How do you like him?" Albert's attention was still divided between the day-book and Mr. Price. "Oh, I guess he's all right," he answered, carelessly. "I don't know him very well. Don't bother me, Issy, I'm busy." Issachar chuckled. "He's busy, too," he observed. "He, he, he!
So you write about queens, too, Mr. Knowles. I thought Americans scorned royalty. And what is his queen's name, Miss Cahoon? Is it Scriptural?" "Oh, no indeed! Besides, all Americans' names aren't out of the Bible, any more than the names in England are.
The question was a plain one and demanded a plain and satisfying answer. But how could I give that answer then? Hephzy was shaking her head violently. I stammered and faltered and looked guilty, I have no doubt. "Well?" said Miss Morley. "He he lost it, that is sufficient. You must take my word for it. Captain Cahoon died without a dollar of his own."
"But he must," said Clithering, "he must think bloodshed deplorable." "No, he doesn't," I said. "You mustn't think everybody is like your Government. It's humanitarian. We're not. We're business men." Clithering caught at the last phrase. It appealed to him. He did not know the meaning attached to it by Cahoon. "That's just it," he said. "We want to appeal to you as business men.
This time I was to sit on the platform side by side with Malcolmson and Cahoon, because, being a Liberal, or rather suspected of being inclined to Liberalism, my presence might induce the other Liberals, who were Liberals indeed, not to take Babberly's remarks at their face value. That is the drawback to the kind of detached position which I occupy.
I ain't got a cent of my own left, and my niece by marriage, Thankful Cahoon that was, that I love same as if she was my own child, may, sometime or other, be pretty hard put to it to get along. I want you to look after her. If ever the time comes that she needs money or help I want you to do for her what I'd do if I was here.
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