dearman

Updated: June 4, 2025

Now I never asked you to run after me and come and swear I had saved your dirty little soul alive, but since you did it, Augustus, and I have come to take a deep interest in saving the thing why, you've got to stick it, Augustus and if you don't why, then I'll make you, my dear." "Dearman, your wife has been the noblest friend " "Will you come off it, Augustus? I don't want to be cruel.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

Darlingwoman, did he!" roared Mr. Dearman upon being informed of the episode. "Wished to salute your damask cheek, did he! The boozy old villain! Damask cheek! Damned cheek! Where's my dog-whip?" ... but Mrs.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

Dearman had soothed and restrained her lord for the time being, and prevented him from insulting and assaulting the "aged roué" who was years younger, in point of fact, than the clean-living Mr. Dearman himself.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

"You," was the direct and uncompromising reply of the man who had been leading a remarkably direct and uncompromising life for several years. Mrs. Dearman trembled, flushed and paled. "What do you mean?" she managed to say, with a fine affectation of coolness, unconcern, and indifference. "I mean what I say," was the answer. "I want you. I cannot live without you. I want to take care of you.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

Suddenly the edge of a beam of yellow light from a port-hole struck upon Sulemani's neck, illuminating it below and behind his ear. Mrs. "Pat" Dearman, homeward bound, had just entered her cabin and switched on the electric light. It was Mrs.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

"He was always most cordial such a kind chap, when I was living in his wife's pocket almost," reflected Augustus, "and he wouldn't go and turn jealous just when the thing was slacking off a bit." But there was no doubt that Dearman was eyeing him queerly.... "Shall we go on the river to-morrow night, Gussie?" said Mrs. Dearman, "or have a round of golf, or what?"

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

But the corps, though not particularly British, was neither French nor Japanese and was very glad of the rest while the General talked. He would have his own back, cost what it might, or his name was not Dearman and he was going Home on leave immediately after the Volunteer Annual Camp of Exercise, just before General Murger retired....

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

Her face is stamped on my memory and I could pick her out from a hundred women similarly dressed, or her picture from a hundred others...." "What did you do?" asked Mrs. Dearman, whose neglected ice-pudding was fast being submerged in a pink lake of its own creation. "Do? Nothing. I grabbed my topi, stood up, bowed and looked silly." "And what did the lady do?"

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

Dearman was a dooced fine woman and the Brigade-Major might say that he said so, damme. As the General's infatuation increased he told everybody else also everybody except Colonel Dearman who, of course, knew it already. He even told Jobler, his soldier-servant, promoted butler, as that sympathetic and admiring functionary endeavoured to induce him to go to bed without his uniform.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

But he had shut his door to the unrepentant and unashamed General, had cut him in the Club, had returned a rudely curt answer to an invitation to dinner, and had generally shown the offender that he trod on dangerous ground when poaching on the preserves of Mr. Dearman. Whereat the General fumed. Also the General swore that he would cut the comb of this insolent money-grubbing civilian.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life