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On the buildings opposite she could read the name of another great evening journal. Why, it was the one which had contained the paragraph she had read at breakfast! She had bought a copy of it at the station. Its temperament, she knew, was precisely opposed to that of Mr. Cuthcott's paper.
She heard his voice, smothery, hurried, but still pleasant, say: "Take these, Miss Mayne, take these! Begin on them, begin! Confound it! What's the time?" And the young woman's voice: "Half past one, Mr. Cuthcott!" And a noise from Mr. Cuthcott's throat that sounded like an adjuration to the Deity not to pass over something.
Old Gaunt first, alone for the rogue-girl had gone to Mr. Cuthcott's and Tom Gaunt was at work. The old man had seen evictions in his time, and looked on silently, with a faint, sardonic grin. Four children, so small that not even school had any use for them as yet, soon gathered round his legs, followed by mothers coming to retrieve them, and there was no longer silence.
But how about Britto he can sometimes be very nasty, and Cuthcott's been pretty rough on him, in his rag." Clara had remembered that, and she was putting Lady Maude on one side of Cuthcott, and Moorsome on the other, so that he would be quite safe at dinner, and afterward Stanley must look out! "What have you done with Nedda?" Stanley asked.
"Yes," Stanley muttered, "and if he gets on to it, shan't I have a jolly time of it in the smoking-room? I know what Cuthcott's like with his shirt out." Clara's eyes brightened; she was very curious herself to see Mr.
She went on: "It's Sir Gerald Malloring's estate. Lady Malloring won't " She heard a snap. Mr. Cuthcott's mouth had closed. "Oh!" he said, "say no more!" 'He CAN bite nicely! she thought. Mr. Cuthcott, who had begun lightly thumping the little table with his open hand, broke out suddenly: "That petty bullying in the country! I know it! My God! Those prudes, those prisms!
Cuthcott's paper, she felt for a coin to buy one, and, while searching, scrutinized the newsvender's figure, almost entirely hidden by the words: GREAT HOUSING SCHEME on a buff-colored board; while above it, his face, that had not quite blood enough to be scorbutic, was wrapped in the expression of those philosophers to whom a hope would be fatal.
Sheila, of course, is one of these hot-headed young women that make themselves a nuisance nowadays, but she's intelligible. By the way, that fellow Cuthcott's a queer chap!" One subject of conversation at dinner had been the morality of revolutionary violence. And the saying that had really upset John had been Derek's: "Conflagration first morality afterward!"
"You're in love!" he said. It seemed to her a great piece of luck that he had found that out. It made everything easy at once, and her words came out pell-mell. "Yes, and I haven't told my people yet. I don't seem able. He's given me something to do, and I haven't much experience." A funny little wriggle passed over Mr. Cuthcott's face. "Yes, yes; go on! Tell us about it."
They secured a compartment to themselves and, having settled down in corners, began mechanically unfolding evening journals. For after all, whatever happens, one must read the papers! Without that, life would indeed be insupportable! Felix had bought Mr. Cuthcott's, but, though he turned and turned the sheets, they seemed to have no sense till these words caught his eyes: "Convict's tragic death!
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