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Updated: May 23, 2025
"It's the passing of my hands over yours, while I look into the crystal, that sets up sympathy" a slender hand moved swiftly into the light and picked up the ball "and makes my eyes see the pictures in your mind. Now, will you please take off your rings?" The very naturalness of the request disarmed him. It was a risk. But, as Chilcote had said, risk was the salt of life!
Once again, as on the night of their second interchange, life had become a phoenix, rising to fresh existence even while he sifted its ashes. "Well?" he said, once again. Chilcote had set down his glass. He was nervously passing his handkerchief across his lips. There was something in the gesture that attracted Loder.
Chilcote drew the clothes more tightly round his shoulders. "Oh, anywhere nowhere!" he said. "I don't care." Allsopp softly withdrew. Left to himself, Chilcote sat up in bed and lifted the salver to his knees. The sudden movement jarred him physically; he drew a handkerchief from under the pillow and wiped his forehead; then he held his hand to the light and studied it.
Loder felt something within his own consciousness stir in response. "You know you are yielding," he said. Again she blushed. He saw the blush, and knew that it was he his words, his personality that had called it forth. In Chilcote's actual semblance he had proved his superiority over Chilcote. For the first time he had been given a tacit, personal acknowledgment of his power.
I can imagine being pressed for anything else in the world. If it's an appointment you're worrying about, a motor goes ever so much faster than a cab " She looked at him tentatively, her head slightly on one side, her muff raised till the roses and some of the soft fur touched her cheek. She looked very charming and very persuasive as Chilcote glanced back.
Instantly his back was turned, Chilcote drew a couple of tabloids from his pocket and dropped them into his glass. As the other came slowly back he laughed nervously. "Thanks. See to your own drink now; I can manage this." He took the jug unceremoniously, and, carefully guarding his glass from the light, poured in the water with excited haste. "What shall we drink to?" he said.
"Well?" he said again, "what about Fraide?" At his words she sat straighter and looked at him more directly, as if bracing herself to a task. "Mr. Fraide is is as interested as ever in you," she began. "Or in you?" Loder made the interruption precisely as he felt Chilcote would have made it. Then instantly he wished the words back.
What a career Lexington promised in those days!" Chilcote changed his position. "You are interested in the muddle down at Westminster?" he asked, sarcastically. "I ?" It was the turn of the stranger to draw back a step. "Oh, I read my newspaper with the other five million, that is all. I am an outsider."
"London is cemented with intelligence. And education! What is education? The court dress necessary to presentation, the wig and gown necessary to the barrister. But do the wig and gown necessarily mean briefs? Or the court dress royal favor? Education is the accessory; it is influence that is essential. You should know that." Chilcote moved restlessly in his seat. "You talk bitterly," he said.
On your own showing, you have no position to jeopardize." The other laughed curtly. "Before I go to-night will you promise me to consider it?" "No." "Then you will send me your decision by wire to-morrow. I won't take your answer now." Loder freed his arm abruptly. "Why not?" he asked. Chilcote smiled nervously. "Because I know men and men's temptations.
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