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Updated: June 1, 2025
Denzil Cantercot stood smoking a cigarette in his landlord's shop, and imparting an air of distinction and an agreeable aroma to the close leathery atmosphere. Crowl cobbled away, talking to his tenant without raising his eyes. He was a small, big-headed, sallow, sad-eyed man, with a greasy apron. Denzil was wearing a heavy overcoat with a fur collar.
The young man laid the rose on Diana's lap. "Then in return for my rose give me yourself!" "Mr. Denzil!" cried Diana, starting up, whereby the flower fell to the ground. "You you surprise me!" "Indeed, I surprise myself," said Lucian sadly. "That I should dare to raise my eyes to you is no doubt surprising." "I don't see that at all," exclaimed Diana coldly.
To Wimp the man's audacity verged on the Sublime; to Denzil on the Beautiful. Again there was a breathless hush. Mr. Gladstone's mobile face was working with excitement. No such extraordinary scene had occurred in the whole of his extraordinary experience. He seemed about to rise. The cheering subsided to a painful stillness. Wimp cut the situation by laying his hand again upon Tom's shoulder.
There was nothing astonishing in his behavior, not even if you consider it in the light of modern times. Men always murder morally, if not physically the women who love them too well." "You truly think that?" asked Denzil Murray in a low tone. "I not only truly think it, I truly know it!" she answered, with a disdainful flash of her eyes.
"Why are the bells ringing so much, Denzil? Is it a Saint's Day?" she asked. He took off his hat. "Yes, ma'm'selle, it is a Saint's Day," and he named it. "There were lots of neighbours at early Mass, and some have gone to the Church of St. Anne de Beaupre at Beaupre, them that's got sickness." "Yes, Beaupre is as good as Lourdes, I'm sure. Why didn't you go, Denzil?"
Only I am glad that just this once we have tasted a brief moment of happiness, and Denzil, I believe our souls belong to each other, even if we do not meet again on earth."
Bensusan six months; came to her house about the time Mr. Berwin hired No. 13." "Very strange!" assented Lucian, to stop further comment. "What kind of a man was this Mr. Wrent?" "I don't know. I never heard much about him," replied Miss Greeb regretfully. "May I ask why you want to know all this, Mr. Denzil?"
"Stay and lend me a hand, Denzil, if you've nothing else to do." "I'll come back in a moment," I replied. "I've got a little matter to attend to. I may want you to help me. If I shout for you, close the grating and run out." Griffith Hawke's eyes dilated, and in a tone of astonishment he demanded to know what I meant. But I did not wait to answer him.
At last from the stricken Denzil came the words: "You'll have your own way about the boots." Carnac murmured, and presently said: "Lucky you fell where you did. Otherwise, you'd have been in the water, and then I couldn't have been of any use." "I hear them coming holy, yes!" Carnac strained his ears. "Yes, you're right. I hear them too."
Bensusan prefers gentlemen, who are out of doors all day, to ladies muddling and meddling all day about the house. I must say I do, too, Mr. Denzil," ended the lady, with a fascinating glance. "What is his name, Miss Greeb?" repeated Lucian, quite impervious to the hint. "Let me see," said Miss Greeb, discomfited at the result of her failure. "A queer name that had to do with payments.
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