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It was simply to be with him, I suppose just once. He's in danger, and I wanted him to know I know it. It makes meeting him at Cocker's, since it's that I want to stay on for more interesting." "It makes it mighty interesting for me!" Mr. Mudge freely declared. "Yet he didn't follow you?" he asked. "I would!" "Yes, of course. That was the way you began, you know. You're awfully inferior to him."
Then quickly, boldly, under all the eyes that might have witnessed her tampering, the extraordinary little person at Cocker's made the proper change. People were really too giddy, and if they were, in a certain case, to be caught, it shouldn't be the fault of her own grand memory. Hadn't it been settled weeks before? for Miss Dolman it was always to be "Cooper's."
At the end of fifteen minutes there was not a glib staff-officer there who could have deceived him as to the numbers and destination of the force entraining. "Kerachi!" he told himself, chewing the butt of his cigar and keeping well ahead of the shadowing native. Always keep a "shadow" moving until you're ready to deal with him is one of Cocker's very soundest rules.
"From the 'spring meetings. They bet tremendously." "Well, they bet enough at Chalk Farm, if that's all." "It isn't all. It isn't a millionth part!" she replied with some sharpness. "It's immense fun" she had to tantalise him. Then as she had heard Mrs. Jordan say, and as the ladies at Cocker's even sometimes wired, "It's quite too dreadful!" She could fully feel how it was Mr.
Once, once only by good luck, he had, coinciding comically, quite miraculously, with another person also near to her, been "Mudge." Yes, whatever he was, it was a part of his happiness whatever he was and probably whatever he wasn't. And his happiness was a part it became so little by little of something that, almost from the first of her being at Cocker's, had been deeply with the girl.
His original attention had not, she instinctively knew, been for the young woman at Cocker's; it had only been for any young woman who might advance to the tune of her not troubling the quiet air, and in fact the poetic hour, with ugliness.
His collaborateur was already seated in the voiture, glossy silk hat, astrachan cuffs and collar, gold-rimmed eyeglass, and all The cocker's whip cracked stormily, and the fat Flemish horse started off at a pace of four miles an hour.
"Well, at any rate," she smiled, "if they separate as friends !" "Oh his lordship takes the greatest interest in Mr. Drake's future. He'll do anything for him; he has in fact just done a great deal. There must, you know, be changes !" "No one knows it better than I," the girl said. She wished to draw her interlocutress out. "There will be changes enough for me." "You're leaving Cocker's?"
He seemed positively to enter, for the time and without the faintest flash of irony or ripple of laughter, into the whimsical grounds of her enjoyment of Cocker's custom, and instantly to be casting up whatever it might, as Mrs. Jordan had said, lead to. What he had in mind was not of course what Mrs.
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