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"The police never get anybody," said Farwell, pessimistically; for the change of topic bored him. "No, I suppose they don't," answered Mr. Shorter, cheerfully finishing his chartreuse, and fixing his eye on one of the coloured lithographs of lean horses on Cecil Grainger's wall. "I'd talk to Hugh, if I wasn't as much afraid of him as of Jim Jeffries. I don't want to see him ruin her career."
"So, then, your three weeks' labor has been entirely thrown away!" "Not so fast not so fast you jump too hastily at conclusions. The Cumberland fellow that sold Grainger the house only the equity of redemption of it, by the way there's a large mortgage on it can prove nothing. Nobody about there can, except the surgeon; he can prove Mrs. Grainger's accouchement that is something.
Hear!" from Sir John Corbett and from Mr. Hawtrey of Medlicott. Then a horrible thing happened. Slight and rustling at first, then gathering volume, there came a hissing from the back rows packed with Colonel Grainger's and Mr. Hitchin's men. Then a booing. Then a booing and hissing together. Sir John scrabbled on to his little legs and cried: "Ordah, there! Ordah!" Mr. Colonel Grainger and Mr.
There is a story about his taking a battery at Gettysburg which is almost incredible. But he went back to Grenoble after the war, and became the typical public-spirited citizen; built up the mills which his own pioneer grandfather had founded, and all that. He married an aunt of Mrs. Grainger's, one of those delicate, gentle women who never dare to call their soul their own."
Harmoniously here," he added, "if you know what I mean. Not a newcomer, but some one who must always have been logically expected." She glanced at him quickly, with parted lips. It was she who had done most of the talking at Mrs. Grainger's dinner; and the imaginative quality of mind he was now revealing was unlooked for. She was surprised not to find it out of character.
Grainger's cousin did not escape, and the biography was the subject of laughter. "You see something of him, I hear," remarked Mrs. Playfair, a lady the deficiency of whose neck was supplied by jewels, and whose conversation sounded like liquid coming out of an inverted bottle. "Is he really serious about the biography?" "You'll have to ask Mr. Grainger," replied Honora.
Harmoniously here," he added, "if you know what I mean. Not a newcomer, but some one who must always have been logically expected." She glanced at him quickly, with parted lips. It was she who had done most of the talking at Mrs. Grainger's dinner; and the imaginative quality of mind he was now revealing was unlooked for. She was surprised not to find it out of character.
During the following years we catch glimpses of him, flitting mysteriously over Germany and Switzerland, at Berlin, at Baden, at Giessen, a strange solitary figure, with tangled hair and meerschaum pipe, scribbling lampoons upon the King of Prussia, translating Grainger's Spinal Cord into German, and Schoenlein's Diseases of Europeans into English, exploring Pilatus and the Titlis, evolving now and then some ghostly lyric or some rabelaisian tale, or brooding over the scenes of his 'Gothic-styled tragedy, wondering if it were worthless or inspired, and giving it as had been his wont for the last twenty years just one more touch before he sent it to the press.
Grainger's intention, and presently found herself walking rapidly up-town through swirling snow, somewhat dazed by the events of the afternoon. And these, by the way, were not yet finished. As she reached her own door, a voice vaguely familiar called her name. "Honora!" She turned.
I wonder if the other people we saw are as pushful as 'Mamma' and 'Juliette." "I trust not; that would be awful even for a week." Mallard was in Grainger's room, sprawled out on the bed, talking to him and smoking, whilst the latter was opening a leather trunk which contained some bottles of whisky and soda water, and a small box which held the remains of the ice.
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