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But it was all one with them; they ate as though at a banquet, and Blix even took off her hat and hung it upon one of the nearby bushes. Of course Condy had forgotten a corkscrew.
"I never remember," announced Travis emphatically, "when I've had a better time than I've had to-day; and I know just why it's been such a success." "Why, then?" "Because we've had no foolishness. We've just been ourselves, and haven't pretended we were in love with each other when we are not. Condy, let's do this lots." "Do what?" "Go round to queer little, interesting little places.
Jason set the land, as soon as his lease was sealed, to under tenants, to make the rent, and got two hundred a-year profit rent; which was little enough considering his long agency. He bought the land at twelve years' purchase two years afterwards, when Sir Condy was pushed for money on an execution, and was at the same time allowed for his improvements thereon.
She commiserated him for this; then suddenly exclaimed: "No, you must go down to the dock! You ought to, Condy. Oh, I tell you, let me go down with you!" In an instant Condy leaped to the notion. "Splendid! splendid! no reason why you shouldn't!" he exclaimed. And within fifteen minutes the two were treading the wharves and quays of the city's water-front.
'No, says he, 'nothing will do me good no more, and he gave a terrible screech with the torture he was in; then again a minute's ease 'brought to this by drink, says he. 'Where are all the friends? where's Judy? Gone, hey? Ay, Sir Condy has been a fool all his days, said he; and there was the last word he spoke, and died. He had but a very poor funeral after all.
Come, come, Ellish; don't disgrace me afore my sisther's bachelor an' the sthrange boys that's to the fore. "Condy, avourneen, say no more: if you were fed from the same breast wid me, I couldn't, nor wouldn't break my promise. I wouldn't have the sin of it an me for the wealth o' the three kingdoms."
As the clock in the library of the club struck midnight, Condy laid down his pen, shoved the closely written sheets of paper from him, and leaned back in his chair, his fingers to his tired eyes. He was sitting at a desk in one of the further corners of the room and shut off by a great Japanese screen.
"Can't you give us a story?" "Oh, I've got a kind of a yarn you can run if you like," answered Condy, his week's depression at its very lowest. "A Victory Over Death" was published in the following Sunday's supplement of the "Times," with illustrations by one of the staff artists. It attracted not the least attention.
Even when his cigarette was lighted she still stood there, looking at him, the fingers of her hands clasped in front of her, her hair, one side of her cheek, her chin, and sweet, round neck outlined by the faint blur of light that came from the open window. Then quietly she said: "Well, Condy?" "Well, Blix?" "Just 'well'?" she repeated. "Is that all? Is that all you have to say to me?"
Captain Jack was, in fact, anxious to change the subject. "Any news of the yarn yet?" he suddenly inquired of Condy "What do those Eastern publishin' people think of Our Mug and Billy Isham and the whiskey schooner?" Condy had received the rejected manuscript of "In Defiance of Authority" that morning, accompanied by a letter from the Centennial Company.
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