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And am I to think there's a body of legal gentlemen to join with you, my friend, in founding an Institution to distribute funds to preach charity over the country, and win compassion for her, as one of the principal persons of her time, that Society's indebted to for whatever it's indebted for? 'Scarcely that, said Carling, contracting. 'But you 're for great Reforms? 'Gradual.
Carling said, "Mary, do you think a mouthful of wine would hurt me?" "Certainly not," was the reply. "It will do you good," reaching over for his glass and pouring the wine. "That's enough, that's enough!" he protested as the foam came up to the rim of the glass. She proceeded to fill it up to the brim and put it beside him, and later, as she had opportunity, kept it replenished.
Carling, who was in a pleasant mood, being, like most nervous people, at his best in the evening. Mary made an occasional contributory remark, and Mrs. Carling, as was her wont, was silent except when appealed to. Finally, Mr. Carling rose and, putting out his hand, said: "I think I will excuse myself, if you will permit me. I have had to be down town to-day, and am rather tired." Mrs.
"Wouldn't it?" suggested Mrs. Carling in a tone that was meant to be slightly quizzical. "We are by ourselves most evenings, are we not?" responded her sister, without turning around. "Why do you particularize to-night?" "I was thinking," answered Mrs. Carling, bending a little closer over her work, "that even Mr. Lenox would hardly venture out in such a storm unless it were absolutely necessary."
She left you there for a moment to answer the door and you you" Jimmie Dale's voice choked again "you blot on God's earth, you slipped the money and ticket under the child's mattress!" Carling came forward with a lurch in his chair and his hands went out, pawing in a wild, pleading fashion over Jimmie Dale's arm. Jimmie Dale flung him away. "You were safe enough," he rasped on.
Carling, the solicitor, where Lincoln's Inn pumps lawyers into Fleet Street through the drain-pipe of Chancery Lane. He was in the state of the wine when a shake will rouse the sluggish sparkles to foam. Sight of Mrs.
"Some other way some other way!" Carling was babbling. "Let me out of this for God's sake, let me out of this!" "Carling," said Jimmie Dale hoarsely, "I stood beside a little bed to-night and looked at a baby girl a little baby girl with golden hair, who smiled as she slept." Carling shivered, and passed a shaking hand across his face.
"Yes, there's a way, Carling," he said grimly. "That's why I'm here." He picked up a sheet of writing paper and pushed it across the desk then a pen, which he dipped into the inkstand, and extended to the other. "The way you'll fix it will be to write out a confession exonerating Moyne." Carling shrank back into his chair, his head huddling into his shoulders. "NO!" he cried.
Carling looked up into her sister's face, in which was a smile of amused penetration, and looked down again in visible embarrassment. The young woman laughed as she shook her finger at her. "Oh, you transparent goose!" she cried. "What did he say?" "What did who say?" was the evasive response. "Julius," said Mary, putting her finger under her sister's chin and raising her face. "Tell me now.
John laughed without restraint, and after a petulant little moue she joined him. "May I light up my pipe?" he said. "I will get to leeward." "I shall not mind in the least," she assented. "By the way," he asked, "does Mr. Carling smoke?"
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