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Such men are always susceptible to the influence of money, and I'm sure this is the spot, or Vail wouldn't have chosen it." And with that Charley and the delighted Perdue drove to the house of Charley's business agent, the same who had been his father's manager. "Mr.
A flush crimsoned his face to his hair a singular flush of shame, of embarrassment, of guilt a guilt not his own. His breath caught in his throat. "Billy!" he gasped. "Billy, by God!" The flush was still on Charley's face when the door opened slowly, and a lady dressed in heliotrope silk entered, and came forward.
"If you'll stand by me in this, I'll pay you back every cent, Charley," he cried. "I will, upon my soul and honour! You shan't lose a penny, if you'll only see me through. I'll work my fingers off to pay it back till the last hour of my life. I'll be straight till the day I die so help me God!" Charley's eyes wandered to the cupboard where the liqueurs were. If he could only decently take a drink!
The passengers on the upper deck were astir, spreading out wet clothing and bedding, to hang them from the awning and the rails to dry. Charley's father and Mr. Grigsby were talking earnestly together, but checked themselves when they saw Charley emerge, and land on deck. "Morning to you," greeted Mr. Grigsby. "Did you sleep well?" "Fine," said Charley. "Did you? What was the matter in the night?"
It seemed to him that the bear would never stand still. But the beast had nearly reached the limit of endurance. Her tongue was protruding from her mouth, her eyes seemed ready to pop from her head. She was gasping pitifully. Her own struggles were slowly strangling her. Suddenly she stopped fighting and hung limp. The rope stretched like a rod. Instantly Charley's rifle cracked.
Eustacia had frequently told him of Charley's romantic attachment. "Yes, very much. Ah, I wish " "Yes?" "I wish, Mr. Yeobright, you could give me something to keep that once belonged to her if you don't mind." "I shall be very happy to. It will give me very great pleasure, Charley. Let me think what I have of hers that you would like. But come with me to the house, and I'll see."
His boss was talking easily, and in a friendliness which disgusted his retainer. He seemed to be even deferring to this aged scallawag of a chief, as though he were some one of importance. That was one of Charley's greatest grievances against his chief. He was always too easy with "damn-fool neches." Charley felt that these miserable creatures should be "all shot up dead."
Charley had, at this moment, in his pocket a certain document, which in civil but still somewhat peremptory language invited him to meet a very celebrated learned pundit, being no less than one of Her Majesty's puisne judges, at some court in Westminster, to explain why he declined to pay to one Nathaniel Outerman, a tailor, the sum of &c., &c., &c.; and the document then went on to say, that any hesitation on Charley's part to accept this invitation would be regarded as great contempt shown to the said learned pundit, and would be treated accordingly.
For grandeur, no one could approach Miss Huntley; her brocade silk stood on end, stiff, prim, and stately as herself. Judy, in her way, was stately too; a curiously-fine lace cap on her head, which had not been allowed to see the light since Charley's christening, with a large white satin bow in front, almost as large as the cap itself. And that was no despicable size.
It was about two hours from Trieste, and the stables and park were full of herds of thorough-bred mares, chiefly Hungarians and Croats. Lipizza was always a favourite drive of the Burtons. "Charley's" visit revived many memories of Damascus, and he was the bearer of news from many friends there. He seemed to bring with him "a breath from the desert," and they were loath to let him go.
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