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I have an extensive repertoire from which you may select," and her fingers passed softly over the keys as she smilingly waited. "Then it is no use to ask for that one piece, Miss Dexie?" Guy said, in a low voice. "No, sir, not at all! I only play that when well, when I am sentimentally inclined, you know. Did I not say it was sacred to someone else?" and she lifted a saucy face to Guy's gaze.
"What eyes you have, Guy," he said, pettishly; "but I wish you wouldn't speak to a man on his shot." Guy's great Lancaster rang out with the roar of a small field-piece, and the rabbit was rolling over, riddled through the head, before he answered,
Burke stood up again. Somehow all the hardness had gone out of him though the resolution remained. He put a hand on Guy's shoulder, and gently shook him. "Don't do it, boy! Don't do it! Pull yourself together for heaven's sake! Drink do anything but this! You'll want to shoot yourself afterwards." But Guy was utterly broken, his self-control beyond recovery.
And swaying on unsteady feet, he turned to the door, but M'Ginnis gripped his shoulder. "Wait a bit, Kid." "N-no, I'm goin' home see!" said Spike, setting his jaw obstinately, "I'm goin' r-right now!" "That's just what you ain't!" snarled M'Ginnis. "Sit down! Hermy's only a work-girl don't forget that, Kid an' this guy's a millionaire.
You want to get hold of that powder stuff, that Partridgite, and so do I." "You believe in Partridgite, then?" "Oh, can it," said Lord Wisbeach disgustedly. "What's the use? Of course I believe in it. Burke's had his eye on the thing for a year. You've heard of Dwight Partridge, haven't you? Well, this guy's his son.
She was standing again in the wintry dark of her father's park, pressed close to Guy's heart, and begging him brokenly to use that little parting gift of hers with thoughts of her when more than half the world lay between them. Guy's cigarette was in his mouth. She stooped forward to light it. Her hand was trembling.
Mainwaring had already given orders to have his trunks sent to him at his father's; and, a hardy pedestrian by habit, he now struck across the park, passed the dell and the hollow tree, commonly called "Guy's Oak," and across woodland and fields golden with ripening corn, took his way to the town, in the centre of which, square, solid, and imposing, stood the respectable residence of his bustling, active, electioneering father.
The leopard rolled over lifeless, and the Arab, with Guy's assistance, rose to his feet very dazed, while the blood dripped down from his lacerated back. Instantly the scene changed. The negro, angered at the death of his leopard, advanced menacingly on Guy with a drawn knife, and in response to his summons other negroes rallied to his aid.
He said that an attempt might be made on Willie's invention at any moment now." "He was joking." "He was not. I have never seen any one so serious. He said that I ought to regard every fresh person who came into the house as a possible criminal." "Well, that guy's fresh enough," muttered Ogden from the settee. Mrs. Pett started. "Ogden! I had forgotten that you were there."
His theological views having changed, he joined the Church of England, went to Oxf., graduated, and was ordained 1834. He became Chaplain to Guy's Hospital, and held other clerical positions in London. In 1840 he was appointed Prof. of English Literature and History at King's Coll., and subsequently Prof. of Theology.
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