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"It is not always wise to despise an enemy, Lady Carfax especially if you chance to be in that enemy's power." She did not deign to answer; but her gaze did not flinch from his, nor did her pride waver. He drew something abruptly from his pocket and held it up before her. "Do you see this?" She stirred then, ever so slightly, a movement wholly involuntary, instantly checked.
I'm not a clever man not at all clever and I used to try and think of things to talk about, but it always seemed to come back to Carfax every time." "And then when you told me the other day about your caring for Miss Craven I felt that I must do something. I'd always puzzled, you know, why I should be brought into it at all.
Shlessinger had paid the bill of the whole party before his departure. "By the way," said the landlord in conclusion, "you are not the only friend of Lady Frances Carfax who is inquiring after her just now. Only a week or so ago we had a man here upon the same errand." "Did he give a name?" I asked. "None; but he was an Englishman, though of an unusual type."
Lorna was behind a chair, crouching in the corner, with her hands up, and a crucifix, or something that looked like it. In the middle of the room lay Gwenny Carfax, stupid, yet with one hand clutching the ankle of a struggling man. Another man stood above my Lorna, trying to draw the chair away.
There are a few such, born saints, 'of whom the world is not worthy." He checked himself with a sudden sigh. "Suppose we get to business, Bertie." "It's all very fine," said Bertie, preparing to comply. "But if Nap ever falls foul of Sir Giles Carfax, he may find that he has bitten off more than he can chew. They say he is on the high road to the D.T.'s.
"Not yet, dear fellow. I'm wanting you myself." "You!" The thin lips began to smile. "That's real magnanimous of you. But thanks all the same I'm not taking any. You have the mater and Bertie and Anne Carfax to bolster you up. I guess I'm not essential." "And I guess you can do more for me than any one of them," Lucas made quiet reply.
"I mean some one who would like to see your circus acts spoiled, or even see you laid up for a while?" "Well, I guess perhaps there are some I've made enemies of by having to discharge them, or something like that," admitted Joe, his thoughts going naturally to Bill Carfax. "There's one man, but he hasn't been seen around for a good while." "That doesn't count.
So, says I, when I hear about young Carfax bein' done for right there at the very place, I says to myself, 'You may look and look hold your old inquests collar your likely feller but it wasn't a man that did it, and you'll have to go further than human beings if you fix on the culprit." This was, in all probability, the longest speech that Lawrence had ever made in his life.
Of course Cards is having a good shot at it, but he isn't down against the Harlequins on Saturday, and mighty sick he is about it." Craven got up to go. "Well, I must be moving. Perhaps Carfax is back in his rooms. There may be word of him anyway." Olva's pipe was out. The matchbox on the mantelpiece was empty. He felt in his pocket for the little silver box that he always carried.
It was a good thing that Carfax was dead. He had saved, he hoped, Rose Midgett that at any rate he had done; it was a good thing for Rose Midgett that he had killed Carfax. He had, incidentally, no interest on his own account in Rose Midgett he scarcely knew her by sight but it was pleasant to think that she would be no longer worried. . . . Then there was that question about God.
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