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If you ever want them I cannot give them to you to-night, and wouldn't if I could, don't go to Mr. Challoner you must never be seen at his hotel and don't come to me, but to the little house in West Twenty-ninth Street, where they will be kept for you, tied up in a package with your name on it. By the way, what name are you going to work under?" "My mother's Zugg." "Good! I'll remember.
Had the sleeper under the influence of a strain of music indissolubly associated with the death of Miss Challoner, been so completely forced back into the circumstances and environment of that moment that his mind had taken up and his lips repeated the thoughts with which that moment of horror was charged?
It was too dark to see his face, but something in the tenseness of his tall figure seemed to tell her a great deal, She spoke his name in a whisper. "Mr. Kettering!" He laid his hand on her shoulder. He spoke slowly, with averted face. "Mrs. Challoner, if I were a strong man I should say that you and I must never meet again.
Chudleigh answered thoughtfully. "But what would you have different? It is a good and very likeable face." "There is a hint of weakness; something that suggests a too sensitive disposition." The Colonel pointed to an officer in the old East India Company's uniform whose expression was grim and arrogant. "A crude piece of work, but he has the Challoner look."
"She would be more unhappy if she knew she had done something to be ashamed of something she had got to hide." He raised his eyes. "Are you holding a brief for Challoner?" he asked. She frowned a little. "You know I am not; I never thought he was good enough for her.
Miss Farrow sent her love and best thanks but she was very tired and her head ached would he call again in the afternoon? Challoner turned away without answering. There was a humiliating lump in his throat. At that moment he was the most wretched man in the whole of London. How on earth could he get through the whole infernal morning?
Her eyes could not meet his. "That's that's just what I want to tell you," she said in a whisper. Jimmy's arms fell from about her. He rose to his feet slowly; he tried to speak, but no words would come. Then, quite suddenly, he broke down into sobbing. He was very much of a boy still, was Jimmy Challoner.
Zara's call will be a sufficient opening formality; and you yourself have been long enough with us now to know that any of your friends will be welcome here. We might have a pleasant little party, especially if you add Mr. and Mrs. Challoner and their daughters to the list. And I will ask Ivan."
"Bravo, John!" exclaimed Mrs. Challoner. "You are actually corning out! I never heard you indulge in similes before." "Well, my dear," returned her husband, somewhat gratified, "better late than never. A simile is a good thing if it isn't overcrowded. For instance, Mr. Swinburne's similes are laid on too thick sometimes.
Blake was surprised at this, because his uncle understood their financial difficulties; but he said, "There's a fast boat next Saturday. I think I'll go by her." "Wait another week, to please me," Challoner urged him. "You have had a dull time since I've been ill, and now I'd like you to get about. I shall miss you badly, Dick." Blake agreed.
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