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The entity of the enchanted house had laid hold of his imagination. He had thought of Marguerite as she used to pervade the house, and of his approaching interview with her at the Manresa Road studio. He had thought very benevolently of Marguerite and also of, Mr. and Mrs. Haim. He had involved them all three, in his mind, in a net of peace and goodwill.
"In the registers of births, which are preserved in the archives of the Hebrew community, there is to be found on p. 8 the following entry of birth: "9th Héshván 5545 A.M., 24th October 1784. "Sunday. "Unto Joseph, son of Moses Haim, and Rachel Montefiore, a son was born, whom they call Moses Haim." Sir Moses never signed his name "Haim," nor did his mother in her letters to him ever call him so.
He felt shy and yet very happy alone with her. Voices were distinctly heard. Who was Mrs. Lobley? Was Mr. Haim a little annoyed with his daughter, and was Marguerite exquisitely defiant? Time hung. The situation was slightly awkward, he thought.
Haim had adorned the sheets with the finest lettering. The design was held to be very good. The principals knew the identity of all the other chief competitors and their powers, and they knew also the idiosyncrasies of the Assessor; and their expert and impartial opinion was that the Lucas & Enwright design ought to win and would win.
Within a week or so he might be living in this house with this girl. He would be, watching her life! Seducing prospect, scarcely credible! He remembered having heard when he first went to Lucas & Enwright's that old Haim was a widower. "Do excuse me," said Mr. Haim, urgently apologetic, reappearing. A quarter of an hour later, George had left the house, having accepted Mr.
Far from it. Outsiders ought not to be troubled.... I I like you, Mr. Cannon. She left us a few minutes ago And as she didn't put her hat on she must be either at the studio or at Agg's...." "She went out of the house?" George questioned awkwardly. Mr. Haim nodded, and then without warning he dropped like an inert lump on to a chair and let his head fall on to his hand.
Enwright from the office on Monday on account of examination work. He did not know that Mr. Haim had not been to the office on Monday either. In the interval the man had shockingly changed. He seemed much older, and weaker too; he seemed worn out by acute anxiety. Nevertheless he so evidently resented sympathy that George was not sympathetic, and regarded him coldly as a tiresome old man.
George sat on the oak settle, fronting the old man in the easy chair. It was a hard, smooth oak settle; it had no upholstering nor cushion; but George liked it. "May I smoke?" asked George. "Please do. Please do," said Mr. Haim, who was smoking a cigarette himself, with courteous hospitality. However, it was a match and not a cigarette that he offered to George, who opened his own dandiacal case.
Haim Goldheim's dwelling, not far from that of Bensef, was next attacked. Father, mother and children had fled at the approach of the rioters, but the rich furniture and works of art which the well-to-do banker had accumulated fell into the destroying hands of the mob. An hour afterwards, hungry flames devoured all that remained of the once luxurious home.
A dreadful night!" she answered, almost plaintively, almost demanding sympathy from the male she, Agg! "We were wakened up at two o'clock. Mr. Prince came round to fetch Marguerite to go to No. 8." "To go to No. 8?" he repeated, frightened, and wondered why he should be frightened. "What on earth for?" "Mrs. Haim very ill!" Agg paused. "Something about a baby." "And did she go?"
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