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Frank waved his hand dashed away the tears that were gathering in his eyes and hurried out. Crayford called after him, the last, the only warning that he could give: "While you can stand, keep with the main body, Frank!" Wardour, waiting till the last Wardour, following Frank through the snow-drift stopped, stepped back, and answered Crayford at the door: "While he can stand, he keeps with Me."
"The locusts are all in one corner!" shouted Crayford. "What's the use of that? They must spread." "Spread your locusts!" bawled Mr. Mulworth. He lifted both his arms in a semaphore movement, which he continued until it seemed as if his physical mechanism had escaped from the control of his brain. "Spread your locusts, Jimber!" he wailed. "Spread! Spread! I tell you spread your locusts!"
If you've got anything to give the public it doesn't do to be sensitive about what people say and think. I had a lecture to-night from Crayford on the uses of advertisement which has quite enlightened me." "What did he say?" interjected Alston.
"Claude" the composer was Claude to him now "can write in something weird to go with it," he said. And Charmian of course agreed. It had been decided that the opera should be produced at the New Era Opera House some time in the New Year, if Claude carried out faithfully all the changes which Crayford demanded. "He will. He has promised to do everything you wish," said Charmian.
After she had sat thus for perhaps some five minutes she saw Claude walk hastily on to the stage. He had a large black note-book and a pencil in his hand, and seemed in search of someone. Crayford came on brusquely from the opposite side of the scene and met him. They began to confer together. The box door behind Charmian was opened and Alston came in. "Old Claude's too busy to come.
The instant her eye fell on the page she started with a loud cry of joy. The newspaper fell from her trembling hand. She caught Clara in her arms. "Oh, my darling! my darling! news of them at last." She waited, and looked at Mrs. Crayford. "Can you bear to hear it, Lucy," she asked, "if I read it aloud?" Mrs. Crayford was too agitated to answer in words. She signed impatiently to Clara to go on.
We mustn't give away a single chance. The whole Metropolitan crowd is just crazy to down us, and we must put up the biggest fight we can. Leave it all to Crayford. He knows more than any living man about a boom. And he said just now Madame Sennier was a deed fool to have given us such a lift with her libel. There'll be a crowd of pressmen around at the theater about it to-night, you can bet.
These places are, however, off the Pilgrims' Road, which climbs up through Crayford High Street, and then in about two miles begins to descend into the very ancient town of Dartford, where it is said Chaucer's pilgrims slept, their first night on the road. The entry into Dartford completes the first and, it must be confessed, the dullest portion of the Pilgrims' Road to Canterbury.
"Well, we came here we wanted to be quiet." "You've got out of sight of Broadway, that's certain." Tea and iced drinks were brought out. They talked of casual matters. The softness of late afternoon, warm, scented, exotic, dreamed in the radiant air. And Crayford said: "It's cute! It's cute!" He had removed his hat now and almost lay back in his chair.
I shall not know a moment's ease until I have seen Frank, with my own eyes, safe in the boat which takes him to his ship! You have got your bonnet on; what are we stopping here for? Come! or I shall go without you. Look at the clock; we have not a moment to lose!" It was useless to contend with her. Mrs. Crayford yielded. The two women left the house together. The landing-stage, as Mrs.
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