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And her mate would you like to know her mate? She's married, you know." Dimsdale's face was pale. He was about to reply, when a lady came into view, leaning on the arm of an Agency Secretary. At first she did not see Dimsdale, then within a foot or two of him she suddenly stopped. The Secretary felt her hand twitch on his arm; then she clenched the fingers firmly on her fan.
She'd cut me 'eart out, if she knowed I'd lied that lie." Dimsdale's prospects had suddenly ceased by the productive marriage of a rich uncle late in life; and then his career began. He went to Egypt at the time when men who knew things had their chance to do things.
She's a good woman, and she plays a good hand at whist. Ged! she cleared the trumps and made her long suit to-night as well as ever I saw it done in me life!" With which characteristic piece of eulogy the major bade his comrade good night and retired to his room. Tom Dimsdale's duties were far from light.
With old Dimsdale the butler rather than with his master rested the honours of the house, and old Dimsdale did his part nobly; so nobly that Major Shirley was heard to remark more than once that it was a pity he and Sir Giles couldn't change places. It was the great day of Dimsdale's year, and his was the proud task to see that none of the guests were neglected.
With something very like emotion he thanked the Minister. "Yes, my dear friend," answered the Pasha, "the love of Egypt has helped us to understand each other. And we shall know each other better still by-and-by -by-and-by. . . . You shall be gazetted to-morrow. Allah preserve you from all error!" This began the second period of Dimsdale's career.
And her mate would you like to know her mate? She's married, you know." Dimsdale's face was pale. He was about to reply, when a lady came into view, leaning on the arm of an Agency Secretary. At first she did not see Dimsdale, then within a foot or two of him she suddenly stopped. The Secretary felt her hand twitch on his arm; then she clenched the fingers firmly on her fan.
Dimsdale's chapter is well worth reading, as a specimen of how the people of the frontier deal with criminals when the courts of law prove inefficient. Mr.
He hesitated, the fingers of one hand working a little, an unusual sign of agitation with him. With an effort at last he spoke. "Your ladyship instructed me to open any telegram that might arrive." Her heart gave a great throb of foreboding. "Certainly," she said. "Has there been a telegram then?" Dimsdale's hand clenched. He looked at her anxiously, rather piteously.
"Behold, effendi," said one to whom Dimsdale's honesty was monstrous, "may God preserve you from harm the thing has not been known, that all men shall fare alike! It is not the will of God."
Rebecca, the fresh-complexioned waiting-maid, was still standing behind the ponderous hall door, listening, with a smile upon her face, to young Dimsdale's retreating footsteps, when another and a brisker tread caught her ear coming from the opposite direction.
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