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The others looked bored, as if they were politely playing a game. He thought they knew beforehand how the game would end, but he did not know. The inquiries that bored the urbane gentlemen had important consequences for him and the suspense was keen. At length they let him go, and Duveen gave him a smile that Lister thought implied much.
Paul took the case from her hand and examined the inscription: To Sergeant Michael Duveen, Company, Irish Guards, from Captain Donald Courtier, in memory of February 9th, 1916. Opening the case, he found it to contain a photograph of Don. The latter, who was watching him, spoke: "My affairs would have terminated on February the ninth, Paul, if Duveen had not been there. He was pipped twice."
I wrote to Miss Duveen directly I knew that I was coming to England, and I was horrified to hear of her mother's death. You have got the affairs well in hand now?" "Since receiving your instructions, Captain Courtier, I have pushed the matter on with every possible expedition every expedition possible. The absence of Mr. Paul Mario in France had somewhat tied my hands, you see."
Whereupon he caused Dame Duveen to be seized as a weaver of spells and one who had danced before Asmodeus at the Witches' Sabbath to music of the magic pipe. To serve his end Sir Jacques invoked inhuman papal witch-law; the stake was set, each faggot laid.
What I did was no more than the duty of a stretcher-bearer." Mrs. Duveen shook her head, smiling wanly, the thin hand pressed to her breast. "I'm sorry you couldn't meet Flamby, sir," she said. "She should have been home before this." "No matter," replied Don. "I shall look forward to meeting her on my next visit." They took their departure, Mrs.
Did you hear anything about the girl you helped?" "I did not," said Lister, starting, for he had not imagined Duveen knew about the girl. "I have not seen her since she went off on the locomotive." "Then she has not written to you since?" "She could not write, because she doesn't know who I am, and I don't know her. We talked for a minute or two, that's all."
His face got dark with effort and his hands bled, but in a few minutes he ran the canoe aground. Ruth jumped out and they reached the station as the bell began to toll. Duveen waved to them from the track by the front of the train and then jumped on board, and Lister pushed Ruth up the steps of the last car.
He might have been Wagner for all he showed of the tight suspense of that crisis. Yet there was a tense alert poise to his head and shoulders which proved he was alive to his opportunity. Duveen plainly showed he was tired. Twice he shook his head to his catcher, as if he did not want to pitch a certain kind of ball.
Duveen, returned from her visit, was lighting a large brass table lamp, Flamby dropped cross-legged upon the floor and tenderly removed her left shoe. Having got it free of her foot, she hurled it violently into the kitchen. "Hell!" she said, succinctly. "Flamby!" cried her mother, in a tone of mild reproval. "How can you swear like that!" Flamby began to remove her stocking.
"A company director's duty is to judge an applicant for a post by his professional record. If you are appointed, you want us to appoint you because we believe you are the proper man?" "Something like that," said Lister quietly. Duveen nodded, and his glance rested for a moment on Lister's forehead. "I see the mark you got on board the train hasn't altogether gone.
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