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Ewart had produced at once an admirable sketch for the sacred vessel surrounded by a sort of wreath of Millies with open arms and wings and had drawn fifty pounds on the strength of it. After that came a series of vexatious delays. The chalice became less and less of a commercial man's chalice, acquired more and more the elusive quality of the Holy Grail, and at last even the drawing receded.
Nevertheless, the run to Hitchin satisfied me perfectly that the car was not a "roundabout," as so many are, but a car well "within the meaning of the Act." "And what is your opinion of her, Ewart?" asked the Count, as we sat down to cold beef and pickles in the long, old-fashioned upstairs room of the Sun Inn at Hitchin. "Couldn't be better," I declared.
Ewart himself was not in the first instance visible, but only a fourfold canvas screen at the end of the room from which shouts proceeded of "Come on!" then his wiry black hair, very much rumpled, and a staring red-brown eye and his stump of a nose came round the edge of this at a height of about three feet from the ground "It's old Ponderevo!" he said, "the Early bird! And he's caught the worm!
"No doubt," thought I, "a pill-vendor's wife...." Running through all my thoughts, surging out like a refrain, was my uncle's master-stroke, his admirable touch of praise: "Make it all slick and then make it go Woosh. I know you can! Oh! I KNOW you can!" Ewart as a moral influence was unsatisfactory.
Nanty himself sat down by Fairford, helped him to his tea, with such other refreshments as he could think of, and seemed in his way sincerely desirous to make his situation as comfortable as things admitted. Fairford had thus an opportunity to study his countenance and manners more closely. It was plain, Ewart, though a good seaman, had not been bred upon that element.
Give me leave previously to relate what I have affirmed to have been a real state of our meeting in London, and which I am now ready to support on my honor, or my oath, as the best account I can give of Mr. Mathews's relation is, that it is almost directly opposite to mine. "Mr. Ewart accompanied me to Hyde Park, about six in the evening, where we met you and Mr.
'And a friend to King George, and the Hanover line of succession, said Nixon, still walking and speaking very slow. 'You may swear I am, excepting in the way of business, as Turnpenny says. I like King George, but I can't afford to pay duties. 'You are outlawed, I believe, said Nixon. 'Am I? faith, I believe I am, said Ewart. 'I wish I were INLAWED again with all my heart.
I suffered, I suppose, from a sort of ennui of the imagination. I found myself without an object to hold my will together. I sought. I read restlessly and discursively. I tried Ewart and got no help from him. As I regard it all now in this retrospect, it seems to me as if in those days of disgust and abandoned aims I discovered myself for the first time.
'Is he sober now? he was brawling anon. 'Sober enough for business, said Nixon. 'Well then, hark ye, Ewart; man your boat with your best hands, and have her by the pier get your other fellows on board the brig if you have any cargo left, throw it overboard; it shall be all paid, five times over and be ready for a start to Wales or the Hebrides, or perhaps for Sweden or Norway.
Antony or Nanty Ewart, whose person, although he was a good deal flustered with liquor, was different from what Fairford expected.
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