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"You don't mean to say you didn't see those posters?" she demanded. "I didn't," he said simply. "That shows how you must have been thinking!" said she. "Was he a good master?" "Yes, very good," said Priam Farll with conviction. "I see you're not in mourning." "No. That is " "I don't hold with mourning myself," she proceeded. "They say it's to show respect.
On the lower edge of the rich frame were two words in black lettering: 'Priam Farll. How well he remembered painting it! And how masterfully beautiful it was! "Now that," said Mr. Oxford, "is in my humble opinion one of the finest Farlls in existence. What do you think, Mr. Leek?" Priam paused. "I agree with you," said he. "Farll," said Mr.
And his eye fell fell on the coffin of Henry Leek with its white cross, and the representative of England's majesty standing beside it. And there was the end of Priam Farll's self-control. A pang like a pang of parturition itself seized him, and an issuing sob nearly ripped him in two. It was a loud sob, undisguised, unashamed, reverberating. Other sobs succeeded it. Priam Farll was in torture.
Priam Farll got away from the shop without this apparatus for the confection of masterpieces, but he did not get away without a sketching-box which he had had no intention of buying. The young lady was too energetic for him. He was afraid of being too curt with her lest she should turn on him and tell him that pretence was useless she knew he was Priam Farll.
He grasped it now. The aspect of the papers brought it home to him with tremendous force. Special large type! Black borders round the pages! "Death of England's greatest painter." "Sudden death of Priam Farll." "Sad death of a great genius." "Puzzling career prematurely closed." "Europe in mourning." "Irreparable loss to the world's art." "It is with the most profound regret."
You know what it is G.P.'s day." He smiled grimly in his fatigue. "It's very good of you to come," said Priam Farll with warm, vivacious sympathy. He had an astonishing gift for imaginatively putting himself in the place of other people. "Not at all!" the doctor muttered. He was quite touched. To hide the fact that he was touched he struck a second match. "Shall we go upstairs?"
"All Putney knows you're shy." "I'm not so sure about that!" He tossed his head. Then he began at the beginning and recounted to her in detail the historic night and morning at Selwood Terrace, with a psychological description of his feelings. He convinced her, in less than ten minutes, with the powerful aid of five hundred pounds in banknotes, that he in truth was Priam Farll.
This sum seemed neither vast nor insignificant to Priam Farll. It seemed to him merely a tangible something which would enable him to banish the fiscal question from his mind for an indefinite period. He scarcely even troubled to wonder what Leek was doing with over two years of Leek's income in his pocket-book. He knew, or at least he with certainty guessed, that Leek had been a rascal.
"Yes," said Priam Farll. She smiled at him with grave sympathy, comfortably and sensibly. "And right down relieved you must be!" she murmured. "It must have been very trying for you." "In a way," he answered hesitatingly, "it was."
Oxford, had got hold of her and was forcing her to give evidence for him. And after the evidence, the joke of every man in the street would be to the effect that Priam Farll, rather than marry the skinny spinster, had pretended to be dead. "You see," Mr.
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