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"By the bye, what does one do about them?" Julian enquired. "I feel a little dazed about it all, even now living in an unreal atmosphere and that sort of thing, you know. It seems to me that we ought to have out the bloodhounds and search for an engaging youth and a particularly disagreeable bully of a man, both dressed in brown oilskins and " "Oh, chuck it!" Furley intervened.
Gore, and mounted his horse to ride home from Lindum. There was Furley, who held the mortgage on the land, a reasonable fellow, who would see his own interest, Mr. Tulliver was convinced, and who would be glad not only to purchase the whole estate, including the mill and homestead, but would accept Mr.
We got cold and wet through in the evening; we sat up talking till the small hours; we got cold and wet again this morning and here I am." "A converted sportsman," his mother observed. "I wish you could convert your friend, Mr. Furley. There's a perfectly terrible article of his in the National this month. I can't understand a word of it, but it reads like sheer anarchy."
If you hear anything peculiar, then you must use your discretion about the torch. It's a nasty job to make over to a pal, Julian, but I know you're keen on anything that looks like an adventure." "All over it," was the ready reply. "What about leaving you alone, though, Miles?" "You put the whisky and soda where I can get at it," Furley directed, "and I shall be all right.
West fussing over him, as Julian raised the latch and dragged himself into the sitting room. They both turned around at his entrance. Furley dropped his teaspoon and Mrs. West raised her hands above her head and shrieked. Julian sank into the nearest chair. "Melodrama has come to me at last," he murmured. "Give me some tea a whole teapotful, Mrs. West and get a hot bath ready."
His friendship with Furley appeared on the surface too singular to be anything else but accidental. Probably no one save the two men themselves understood it, and they both possessed the gift of silence. "What's all this peace talk mean?" Julian Orden asked, fingering the stem of his wineglass. "Who knows?" Furley grunted. "The newspapers must have their daily sensation."
"Fenn's practically the corner stone of this affair. It was he who met Freistner in Amsterdam and started these negotiations, and I'm damned if I like Fenn, or trust him. Did you see the way he looked at Stenson out of the corners of his eyes, like a little ferret? Stenson was at his best, too. I never admired the man more." "He certainly kept his head," Furley agreed.
"Got to go out?" he repeated. "On a night like this? Why, my dear fellow " He paused abruptly. He was a man of quick perceptions, and he realised his host's embarrassment. Nevertheless, there was an awkward pause in the conversation. Furley rose to his feet and frowned. He fetched a jar of tobacco from a shelf and filled his pouch deliberately: "Sorry to seem mysterious, old chap," he said.
Eton and Oxford are simply terrible in their narrowing effect upon your young men. It's like putting your raw material into a sausage machine." "Miss Abbeway is very severe this morning," Stenson declared, with unabated good humour. "She has been attacking my policy and my principles during the whole of our walk. Bad luck about your accident, Furley.
Six or seven of the twenty-three were there, but not Fenn. Cross, a great brawny Northumbrian, was playing a game of chess with Furley. Others were writing letters. They all turned around at Catherine's entrance. She held out her hands to them. "Great news, my friends!" she exclaimed. "Light up the committee room. I want to talk to you."
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