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'But you don't mean to tell me she's never I was just going to exclaim, but I did not, I said: 'And it's her sister who is Mrs Colclough? 'Yes. He seemed to be either meditative or disinclined to talk. However, my friends have sometimes hinted to me that when my curiosity is really aroused, I am capable of indiscretions.
It was a breathless slither over unctuous black mud through a long winding canon of brown-red houses and shops, with a glimpse here and there of a grey-green park, a canal, or a football field. 'I daredn't hurry, said Mr Colclough, setting us down at the station. 'I was afraid of a skid. He had not spoken during the transit. 'Don't put on side, Ol, said Mr Brindley.
To me, who am not a performer, it sounded excessively brilliant and incomprehensible. Mr Colclough stretched his right hand to turn over the page, and fumbled it. Another stoppage. 'Damn you, Ol! Mr Brindley exploded. 'I wish you wouldn't make yourself so confoundedly busy. Leave the turning to me. It takes a great artist to turn over, and you're only a blooming chauffeur. We'll begin again.
'Feel better now, don't you? Mrs Brindley inquired. 'Aye, Mrs Bob, I do! was the reply. 'How do, Bob? 'How do? responded my host laconically. And then with gravity: 'Mr Loring Mr Oliver Colclough thinks he knows something about music. 'Glad to meet you, sir, said Mr Colclough, shaking hands with me.
At some later hour Mr Brindley and I 'went round'. Mr Colclough would not come. He bade me good-bye, as his wife had done, with the most extraordinary kindness, the most genuine sorrow at quitting me, the most genuine pleasure in the hope of seeing me again. 'There are three thousand books in this room! I said to myself, as I stood in the doctor's electrically lit library.
They glanced at each other with alarmed eyes, like simple people confronted by an inexplicable phenomenon. 'But look here, mister! said Mr Colclough, pained, 'we've got this out specially for you. You don't suppose this is our usual tipple, do you? I yielded. I could do no less than sacrifice myself to their enchanting instinctive kindness of heart.
'We'll PLAY it, Ol! You'd no business to make promises. Besides, suppose you'd had a puncture! 'I expect you've heard Strauss's Sinfonia Domestica, Mr Loring, up in the village? Mr Colclough addressed me. He had surrendered to the stronger will. 'In London? I said. 'No. But I've heard of it.
In the daily long monotonous column of advertisements headed succinctly "Money" in the Staffordshire Signal, there once used to appear the following invitation: "WE NEVER REFUSE a loan to a responsible applicant. No fussy inquiries. Distance no objection. Reasonable terms. Strictest privacy. £3 to £10,000. Apply personally or by letter. Lovelace Curzon, 7 Colclough Street, Knype."
If the difference in the situations of the two sisters didn't strike you as very extraordinary, what did you mean? 'And isn't it extraordinary? I demanded. 'It wouldn't be considered so in any reasonable society, he insisted. 'The fact is, my good sir, you haven't yet quite got rid of Exeter. I do believe this place will do you good. Why, damn it! Colclough didn't marry both sisters.
Mr Colclough carefully emptied the bottle into the glasses, of which Mr Brindley seized two and advanced with one in either hand for the women. It was the host who offered a glass to me. 'No, thanks very much, I really can't, I said in a very firm tone. My tone was so firm that it startled them.
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