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Dennis's man must have tilted him out av the thrap. Whin he came to, "Hutt!" sez I, but he began to howl. "You black lump av dirt," I sez, "is this the way you dhrive your gharri? That tikka has been owin' an' fere-owin' all over the bloomin' country this whole bloomin' night, an' you as mut-walla as Davey's sow.
Christine, with consummate skill and care, kept her relationship to the picture unknown to all save the Winthrops, meaning not to acknowledge it unless she succeeded. But in Dennis's startled and pained face she saw that he had read her secret, and this fact also annoyed her much. "I should like to know the artist who copied this painting," said Mr. Cornell.
"It is very kind of you to ask so pleasantly for what you can command," he said. "To something of the same effect you answered before, and the result was the disagreeable experience at Miss Brown's." Dennis's brow contracted a little, but he said, heroically, "I will go to Miss Brown's again if you wish it." "How self-sacrificing you are!" she replied, with a half-mischievous smile.
"It seemed to be earnest," said Peter. "It's just as well our friend here sprang your nomination on us as a surprise, for if we had known, we should not have put up an opposition candidate. You are just the sort of a man we want to represent us in the convention." "I have never met my colleagues," said Peter. "What kind of men are they?" So he got Gallagher's opinion, and Dennis's opinion.
"Didn't you?" said Ellis. "Then you have a great deal yet to learn. This is known as the synthesis of the lion and the lamb." "Oh, synthesis!" cried Parry. "Heaven save us from synthesis! What is it you are trying to say?" "That's what I want to know," I said "We seem to be coming perilously near to Dennis's position, that what we call Evil is mere appearance." "Well," said Ellis, "extremes meet!
Fleet's abilities," she continued, turning toward Dennis, with an enchanting smile, and resuming the tactics of the morning. Though the smile went to Dennis's heart like a fiery arrow, his pride, thoroughly aroused, made him cold and self-possessed.
"Nonsense! father," Dennis heard the young lady say; "you are too old to flatter. As for that hare-brained youth of the dust-brush, he looked as if he might have the failing of poor Pat, and not always be able to see straight." At this Dennis's cheeks grew hotter still, while a low laugh from one or two of the clerks near showed that they were enjoying his embarrassment.
On a beatific afternoon we sat in council on Dennis's terrace awaiting the envoys. Below, the misty plain rose on and on till it gathered into an amber surge in Monte Morello and rippled away again through the Fiesolan hills. Nearer, torrid bell-towers pierced the shimmering reek, like stakes in a sweltering lagoon.
"God is my witness, I do," said Dennis, still holding out his hand. The poor fellow drew a few short, heavy breaths, and then grasped Dennis's hand, and clung to it with the force of a drowning man. "Oh!" said he, after a few moments of deep emotion, "I feel dot I haf a plank under me now." "God grant that yon may soon feel that you are on the Rock Christ Jesus," said Dennis, solemnly.
Dennis suddenly swung round with a gesture of fury. "He spoiled her-treated her like dirt!" he cried huskily. With savage purpose he made a movement towards where Marchand had lain; but Marchand was gone. With foresight Ingolby had quickly and quietly accomplished that while Dennis's back was turned. "You'd be treating her like a brute if you went to prison for killing Marchand," urged Ingolby.
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