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At last she buried herself in the 'Revue des Deux Mondes, and refused even to look out of the window." "I suppose we may go and see her in the morning?" said Miriam. "My express instructions are," replied Mallard, "that you are on no account to go. They will come here quite early. Miss Doran begged hard to come with me now, but I wouldn't allow it."
In the golden shadows beyond the rays of the table lamp, Doran, his servant, stood in silent attention to his master's wants. Doran was a person of understanding and one of the few people in the world who shared a measure of Barraclough's confidence. A late corporal of the Black Watch, he had reverted to act as Barraclough's batman throughout the major portion of the war.
'Can't, said Doran. 'Guess I'm sold out already for all I can let go. Howard wondered who was buying up hay at this time and by the big barnful. 'A fellow came by here yesterday, explained Doran, and took an option on my whole lot. His shrewd eyes gleamed. 'And at my own figure, too! Which was four dollars the ton higher'n the market! That's going a few, ain't it?
And says Bob Doran, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good? I beg your parsnips, says Alf. Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy Dignam? Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He's over all his troubles. But Bob Doran shouts out of him.
Longmans, Green. PEACOCKE, E. M. Dicky, Knight-Errant. McBride. PHILLPOTTS, EDEN. *Girl and the Faun, The. Lippincott. RANSOME, ARTHUR. *Old Peter's Russian Tales. Stokes. RENDALL, VERNON HORACE. London Nights of Belsize, The. Lane. "ROHMER, SAX." Hand of Fu-Manchu, The. McBride. "SAPPER." *No Man's Land. Doran. STACPOOLE, H. DE VERE. Sea Plunder. Lane.
Gillinger went forward in a circle, then sidestepped, and threw up his broad hands. He misjudged the ball, and it hit him fairly on the head and bounced almost to where Doran stood at second. Our big captain wilted. Time was called. But Gillinger, when he came to, refused to leave the game and went back to third with a lump on his head as large as a goose egg.
He struck off towards the Chiaia, again paced backwards and forwards, cursed at carriage-drivers who plagued him, tried to amuse himself on the Santa Lucia. And pray what was all this fuss about? When he rose this morning, he had half a mind to start at once for Amalfi, and not see Mrs. Lessingham and her niece at all; he "didn't know that he cared much." He had met Cecily Doran twice.
To put the point with uncompromising plainness, and therefore in all its absurdity, how could he possibly imagine Cecily Doran called Mrs. Mallard? The thing was flagrantly, grossly, palpably absurd. He tingled in the ears in trying to represent to himself how Cecily would think of it, if by any misfortune it were ever suggested to her.
The reader is aware that the history of Phelim's abrupt engagement with the housekeeper, was conveyed by Fool Art to Sally Flattery. Her thievish character rendered marriage as hopeless to her as length of days did to Bridget Doran. No one knew the plan she had laid for Phelim, but this fool, and, in order to secure his silence, she had promised him a shirt on the Monday after the first call.
Doran admitted that he was worried very worried. "But good heavens, why? Tough looking chap ought to be able to look after yourself." "I can, sir, but I was forbidden to do so. And I was wondering if it's to be a bar of lead or a sponge of chloroform." "Oh, rats," Richard laughed, "you go and find out." "Very well, sir." Doran took a grip on himself and marched out.
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