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'But you told me, sir began the gasping woman. 'Now don't sdant jattering there, said Darco, 'I am koing to be busy. Glear avay! 'I came to clear away at nine, sir. 'Glear avay now, said Darco; 'don't vaste my dime. 'I'm sure I don't want to waste your time, Mr. Darco, said the landlady, 'but you've given me such a turn, sir, I don't know where I am.
Paul sat down at the table, and his new employer dictated a great number of letters to him, all offering engagements to ladies and gentlemen, at salaries ranging from one pound to four pounds ten. 'What's all that for, George? asked Pauer, who was sitting idly smoking by the fire. 'That is for Golding, Darco announced. 'Younk Evans takes the management, but I haf the gontrol.
Straight upon her heels came Darco in a silk hat of splendid lustre, and a nobly frogged overcoat with costly astrachan at cuffs and collar, as though, instead of being the sweltering day it was, it had been mid-winter. Behind him came Pauer, in tweeds and a white waistcoat, his face gold colour with his ancient jaundice, and his eyes a pale saffron.
'Ve have bought the Goncreve, said Darco, with a glowing air of triumph. 'Bought the what? asked Paul. 'The Congreve Theatre, Pauer explained. 'Ah!'said Paul. 'That is vot I am zayink, cried Darco. 'Ve haf bought the Goncreve. It is in the handts of the decorators now. Ve shall oben in the first week of Sebtemper, ant ve are coing for the gloves. Ve are coing to oben with a gomedy.
He had got what he conceived to be a dramatic notion by the tip of the tail, and he was engaged in the manufacture of his first drama. In due time the result of his labours in his most clerk-like hand was passed over a breakfast-table to Darco, who winced, and looked like a shying horse at it. 'Vot is id? he asked. 'It is a play, said Paul, blushing and stammering.
'Go on, said Darco, suddenly rising from the table and hurling himself into an arm-chair, so that the floor shuddered, and the windows of the room danced in their panes. Paul sipped his tea, opened his manuscript and began to read. He read on until a loud snore reached his ears, and then looked up discouraged. 'Vot's the madder? Darco asked. 'Go on; I am listening.
I am Cheorge Dargo, ant I nefer forgive an incratitude. This contemptuous parting wounded Paul to the quick, and the strange statements about Claudia maddened him. In one respect, at least, Darco, in his treatment of women, was chivalry incarnate; he would speak no scandal no, nor listen to it. Paul tossed and tumbled throughout the night a prey to shame and passion and cold doubt.
Something occurred to put an end to their conversation, and it was not resumed before Paul's departure with Darco for London. When it came to the point Annette flatly refused to go to England. She averred that she was not strong enough to travel, that she was altogether better and happier where she was than she hoped to be elsewhere. 'You will be back in a month's time, she urged.
The cat's name was Darco. Jonas took a pair of heavy iron tongs, which stood by the side of the fire, and pulled forward the log. He found that it had burned through, and by three or four strokes with the tongs, he broke it up into large fragments of coal, of a dark-reddish color.
'I am Mr. Darco's private secretary, said Paul. 'That is the address of your lodgings, and when you have taken your traps there Mr. Darco will meet you at the theatre. 'I am at your disposal, sir, said Mr. Warr. He gathered up two newspaper parcels, each of which leaked ragged hosiery and soiled linen at either end, and pottered along the platform at Paul's side, subservient and timid.
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