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No I'll not harm her, I'll not hurt a hair of her head but when I meet him " "By the way, whom do you suspect?" said De Gollyer, who had long withheld the question. "Whom? Whom do I suspect?" exclaimed Lightbody, astounded. "I don't know." "Impossible!" "How do I know? I never doubted her a minute." "Yes, yes still?" "Whom do I suspect? I don't know." He stopped and considered.
This time, despite himself, De Gollyer was tremendously affected. "Superb! By George, that's grit!" Lightbody raised his head with the fatigue of the struggle and the pride of the victory written on it. "Her happiness first," he said simply. The accent with which it was spoken almost convinced De Gollyer. "By Jove, you adore her!" "I adore her," said Lightbody, lifting himself to his feet.
I'll offend you dreadfully. But, I say, now as a matter of fact, were you really so so seraphically happy?" "What's that?" "As a matter of fact," said De Gollyer changing his note instantly, "you were happy, terrifically happy, always happy, weren't you?" Lightbody was indignant. "Oh, how can you, at such a moment?" The new emotion gave him back his physical elasticity.
"My dear Jim," said Lightbody, feeling that generosity should be his part, "a woman, a modern woman, a New York woman, you just said it takes takes " "Twelve thousand thirteen thousand?" "Oh, come! Nonsense," said Lightbody, growing quite angry. "Besides, I don't " "Yes, yes, I know," said De Gollyer, interrupting him, now with fresh confidence.
"You see," said Quinny triumphantly, "personally I incline to a woman for the reason that a weaker feminine nature is peculiarly susceptible to the domination of her own sex. There you are. We could meet and debate the subject year in and year out and never agree." "I recognize most of the characters," said De Gollyer with a little confidential smile toward Peters. "Mrs.
The more he laughed at De Gollyer, who laughed back at him, the more uncontrollable he became. Tears came to his eyes and trickled down his cheeks, washing away all illusions and self-deception, leaving only the joy of deliverance, acknowledged at last. All at once holding his sides, he found a little breath and cried combustibly: "A can-can!"
"Good spirit fine, fine, very fine!" commented De Gollyer in critical enthusiasm, "nothing public, eh? No scandal not our class. Men of the world. No shooting! People don't shoot any more. It's reform, you know, for the preservation of bachelors." The effort, the renunciation of his just vengeance, had exhausted Lightbody, who turned and came back, putting out his hands to steady himself.
"I ought to know my own plan." "Yes, yes," said De Gollyer, to egg him on. "Still you're thoroughly convinced about that, are you?" "Of course, I am! My dear Jim come, isn't this my pet idea the one trip I've dreamed over, the one thing in the world I've longed to do, all my life?" His eyes took energy, while his forefinger began viciously to stab the atlas. "We go to Rabat.
The sheet was the back of his wife's letter, but he did not notice it. De Gollyer, looking over his shoulder, exclaimed: "Quite right. Fifteen thousand, divided by one." "It will make a difference," said Lightbody slowly.
We'll have to give it up. Impossible, utterly impossible, I can't afford it." De Gollyer, still a little uncertain of his ground, for several moments waited, carefully considering the dubious expression on his friend's face. Then he questioned abruptly: "What is your income now?" "What do you mean by now?" "Fifteen thousand a year?" "It has always been that," replied Lightbody in bad humor.
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