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There were Radley as host; Pennybet, to represent the Old Boys; Doe and I, in fine fettle for the School; and Dr. Chappy, who, having sworn that he was a busy man and couldn't spare the time, sat spilling cigar-ash in the best armchair, and looked like remaining for the rest of the evening.
On the low table was a fifth of Haig & Haig, a siphon, two glasses, a glass bowl containing water that had evidently melted from ice-cubes, and an ashtray. In the ashtray were a number of River's cigarette butts, all holder-crimped, and a quantity of ash, some of it cigar-ash. There was no cigar-butt, and no band or cellophane wrapper.
He also wrote his name in them, in each case with some old date; and finally, to make the deception complete, spilt a little ink over the cover of one volume, dropped some cigar-ash between the leaves of a second, and concealed a couple of old foreign letters on thin paper in a third. Then he tied them up together and sent them to her by a messenger with the following letter: DEAR MISS AFFLECK,
He did not notice the well-worn carpets burned here and there by the hot cigar-ash; the strong smell of tobacco, impregnated in the curtains, did not make him feel qualmish. He was away from home, and was satisfied with anything for a change. He had been domesticated long enough. One morning, taking up the newspaper, a name caught Madame Desvarennes's eye-that of the Prince.
Then he flicked a little cigar-ash into a tray and looked up sharply, with quite the Moorgate Street expression, I remember thinking. "I think you are a good deal attracted by my youngest girl, Mordan?" he said; and his tone demanded a reply even more than his words.
Then I raised my head, looked round the carriage, and the next moment sprang bolt upright in dismay. Where was my Fascinating Friend? Gone! vanished! There was not a trace of him. His valise, his great-coat, all had disappeared. Only in the little cigar-ash box on the window-frame I saw the flat cigarette which he had barely lighted how long before?
Grierson and Manders smiled and followed them, carefully brushing cigar-ash from their clothes and smoothing the back of their hair. Elation battled with annoyance in Eric's mind throughout luncheon.
And I was as grave and sober as a judge, with all my champagne and whisky gone into the vast serene. Feeling queer, you know confoundedly QUEER! Queer! Good Lord!" He regarded his cigar-ash for a moment. "That's all that happened," he said. "And then you went to bed?" asked Evans. "What else was there to do?" I looked Wish in the eye.
It was the mist tangled by and tangling the trees. Adams paced the deck, smoking and occasionally pausing to flip off his cigar-ash on the bulwark rail. He was thinking of Maxine Berselius. She had come to Marseilles to see them off, and
"Perhaps that's more like it." "It's that woman, though you will not acknowledge it. By George, I'd like to meet her face to face; I'd give her a piece of my mind." "Or a piece of your heart!" "Bah!" cried Merrihew, flipping his cigar-ash to the walk below, careless whether it struck any of the leisurely-going pedestrians or not. "You have not seen her face, Dan; I have."
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