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Barminster's face was white and his voice shook as he ventured the horrid speculation: "The good Lord save us it's that demmed haunted house Pen was talking about!" "But ze lights?" queried the count. "Ghosts!" "Let's get out of this place," said Lord Bazelhurst, moving toward the door. "It's that beastly Renwood house. They say he comes back and murders her every night or so." "Mon Dieu!"
"Nay, m'dear," he murmured with his good-humoured smile, "personally I should prefer a drop of good French brandy! an you'll dive in the pocket of this dirty old garment, you'll find my flask. . . . I am demmed if I can move." When he had drunk some brandy, he forced Marguerite to do likewise. "La! that's better now! Eh! little woman?" he said, with a sigh of satisfaction.
There's a certain whatdyecallit? eclaw about the demmed thing." "Wear it, by all means. You'll be as amusing as a comic weekly. But if you ever drop it, I'll step on it accidentally." "I can keep it in my eye all right," said Merrihew, "so long as I don't laugh. Now, while there's time, let us see some of the sights; the Golden House of Nero, for instance, and the Forum, the Colosseum, St.
But it seems to me I did know of a Saint-Prosper at the military college at Saumur; or was it at the Ecole d'application d'état-major? Demmed scapegrace, if I am not mistaken; sent to Algiers; must be the same. A hell-rake hole! full of German and French outcasts! Knaves, adventureres, ready for plunder and loot!"
"You don't mean to say, Chase, that you'll stay on this demmed Island if the chance comes to get away," demanded Lord Deppingham earnestly. The two women were looking at him in amazement. "Why not? I'm an ally, not a deserter." "You are a madman!" cried Lady Agnes. "Stay here? They would kill you in a jiffy. Absurd!" "Not after they've had another good long look at my warships.
The next moment he rounded the rock against which Sir Percy and Marguerite were leaning, and seeing the weird figure still clad in the Jew's long gaberdine, he paused in sudden, complete bewilderment. But already Blakeney had struggled to his feet. "Here I am, friend," he said with his funny, inane laugh, "all alive! though I do look a begad scarecrow in these demmed things."
The reader who desires to be hopelessly perplexed, may desert the contemplation of the Fiscal Question, and turn his eyes upon The Mystery of the Clyde. "Popular" this puzzle cannot be, for there is no "demmed demp disagreeable body" in the Mystery.
"Percy!" exclaimed the young man hotly. "Eh? What is it?" queried the other lazily. "You are not going to leave me like this without a word?" "I have said a great many words, my good fellow. I have said 'good night, and remarked that I was demmed fatigued." He was standing beside the door which led to his bedroom, and now he pushed it open with his hand.
"My dear, remember you are speaking of my sister," he said with fine dignity but little discrimination. "Besides, I am not too drunk. I do see it. It's a demmed annoying attitude. She's a traitor, un'stand me? A traito-tor. I intend to speak to her about it." "It is better that you should do it," said his wife. "I am afraid I could not control my temper."
It was Sir Percy Blakeney, tall, sleepy, good-humoured, and wearing that half-shy, half-inane smile, which just now seemed to irritate her every nerve. "Er . . . your chair is outside . . . m'dear," he said, with his most exasperating drawl, "I suppose you will want to go to that demmed ball. . . . Excuse me er Monsieur Chauvelin I had not observed you. . . ."
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