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Besides, he was in a rage with Harry; his defeat by the Pool rankled. Harry, as usual, had spared his enemy none of the bitterness of defeat; Duplay would now take pleasure in humbling him for the sake of the triumph itself, apart from its effect on the Ivers, father and daughter. But could he do it? He abode by the conclusion that he was bound to try, but he was not happy in it.
That seemed to have little concern with Bob Broadley and to be engrossed in the struggle between Harry and Duplay. Both men pressed on. Harry had not been scared away. Duplay would win without using his secret weapon, if he could. Each had his manner; Harry's constrained yet direct; the Major's more florid, more expressed in glances, compliments, and attentions.
"Well, good-by. Write to Sloyd unless Iver decides to come up. And don't forget that little story about Bob Broadley! Because you'll find it useful, if you think of frightening Sloyd. He can't move without me and I don't move without my price." "You moved from Blent," Duplay reminded him, stung to a sudden malice. "Yes," said Harry thoughtfully. "Yes, so I did. Well, I suppose I had my price.
She had taken his measure as perfectly as the tailor himself, and was enjoying the counterfeit presentment of a real London dandy who came to her in the shape of a house-agent. "I don't want a big place," she explained in English, with a foreign touch about it. "There's only myself and my uncle, Major Duplay he'll be in directly, I expect and we've no more money than we want, Mr Sloyd."
But Robespierre thought otherwise as he talked with Duplay, the cabinet maker, over the evening meal in the Rue St. Honoré; great-voiced Danton knew that this was a beginning, not an ending; and many other deputies were sure that having gone so far they must go further. There were other heads to offer to the guillotine, many others.
"No, I haven't seen him. I know nothing," said Mina. "The letter, Mina," Duplay reminded her, and Mina held it out to Cecily. Cecily came forward, took and read it. She looked again at the group, evidently puzzled. "He doesn't say where he's gone," she said. "You are ?" Iver began. "I'm Cecily Gainsborough. But I think he means me when he says Lady Tristram of Blent."
"I must correct Madame Zabriska," he said. "I knew it too." "What?" cried Duplay. Iver turned quick scrutinizing eyes on his friend. "You knew too? You knew what?" he demanded. "The facts we have been endeavoring to obtain from Madame Zabriska." "The facts about " "Oh, it's all in the letter," cried Mina in a quick burst of impatience. "There it is."
Lamartine's account of the private life of Robespierre in the house of the Duplays is exceedingly fascinating, and we should suppose is founded on well-authorised facts. The house of Duplay, he says, 'was low, and in a court surrounded by sheds filled with timber and plants, and had almost a rustic appearance.
Mina's stock of discretion was threatened with complete consumption. From open denunciations she turned to mysterious hintings. "I could bring him to reason if I liked," she said. "What, make him fall in love with you?" cried Duplay, with a surprise not very complimentary. "Oh no," she laughed; "better than that by a great deal."
And again she stood aghast at the thorough-going devotion which such an attitude as that implied. "If only I could keep out of things!" she murmured. "But I never can." Major Duplay drove up the hill in a Blentmouth station fly; he had met the doctor on the road, and the news was that in all probability Lady Tristram would not live out the night.
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