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One of the most annoying things to Bruce was that he was perfectly convinced, when he was confessing the exact truth, that Goldthorpe didn't believe a word of it. It was unfortunate, too, for Bruce, that he felt it incumbent on him to keep it from Vincy; and not to speak of the affair at all was a real sacrifice on Vincy's part, also.
When his shouts from the window at length attracted attention and brought help, the poor man had to be carried downstairs, and in a thoroughly helpless state was removed to the nearest hospital. 'Which room was he in? inquired Goldthorpe. 'Back or front? 'In the front room. The back wasn't touched. Musing on Mr.
Goldthorpe, who had been rather headachy all day, was trying to think into perfect clearness the last chapters of his book, and found it difficult. 'You know, he said all at once, with an impatient movement, 'we ought to be at the seaside. 'The seaside? echoed his companion, in surprise. 'Ah, it's a long time since I saw the sea, Mr. Goldthorpe.
With nervous boldness he threw the door open. Goldthorpe, advancing respectfully, saw that Mr. Spicer had not exaggerated the simplicity of his arrangements. In a certain measure the room had been cleaned, but along the angle of walls and ceiling there still clung a good many cobwebs, and the state of the paper was deplorable. A blind hung at the window, but the floor had no carpet.
I've no money, and I feel as if I were going to have an illness. I must say good-bye to you, old friend. 'Mr. Goldthorpe! exclaimed the other solemnly; 'I entreat you, sir, to do nothing rash! Take heart, sir! Think of Samuel Johnson, think of Goldsmith 'The extent of my rashness, Mr. Spicer, will be to raise enough money on my watch to get down into Derbyshire. I must go home.
Goldthorpe, and I've hardly been able to live for impatience to see you. How are you, sir? How are you? And what news about the work, sir? 'We'll talk about that presently, Mr. Spicer. Tell me all about your accident. How came you to be in the front room? 'Ah, sir, replied the patient, with a little shake of the head, 'that indeed was singular.
Having observed this unimposing person for a minute or two, himself unseen, Goldthorpe surveyed the rear of the building, anxious to discover any sign of its still serving as human habitation; but nothing spoke of tenancy.
Since crumbs had begun to lie about, mice were common; they scampered as if in revelry above the ceiling, and under the floor, and within the walls. Goldthorpe began to dislike this strange abode. He felt that under any circumstances it would be impossible for him to dwell here much longer.
Goldthorpe, I greatly fear I can't afford it. 'Oh, but I mean that you shall go with me as my guest! But for you, Mr. Spicer, I might never have got my book written at all. 'I feel it an honour, sir, I assure you, to have a literary man in my house, was the genial reply. 'And you think the work will soon be finished, sir? Mr.
Well, sir, you know what houses those were. Ah, Mr. Goldthorpe! If ever a man suffered a bitter disappointment, sir! He ended on a little laugh, as if excusing himself for making so much of his story, and sat for a moment with head bowed. 'Fate played you a nasty trick there, said Goldthorpe. 'A knavish trick.
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