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"Nonsense," said little Hartopp. "If you thought for a minute, Prout, you would see that the 'precocious flow of fetid imagery, that King complains of, is borrowed wholesale from King. He 'nursed the pinion that impelled the steel. Naturally he does not approve. Come into the smoking-room for a minute. It isn't fair to listen to boys; but they should be now rubbing it into King's house outside.
"Four years, and long life to your honour!" "Do you know Mr. Hartopp, the Mayor?" "Is it his worship the Mayor? Sure and it is the Mayor as has made a man o' Mike Callaghan." The Comedian evinced urbane curiosity to learn the history of that process, and drew forth a grateful tale.
"Rugge, who is he?" said the Mayor, curiously, catching at any clew. "Hush, my darling! hush!" said Waife, fondling her on his breast. "Hush! What is to be done, sir?" Hartopp made a sly sign to him to say no more before Sophy, and then replied, addressing himself to her, "What is to be done? Nothing shall be done, my dear child, that you dislike. I don't wish to part you two.
"Theoretical," said Mr. Williams. "Practical, sir; since I take it for granted that the Athenaeum, at present, is rather a tax upon the richer subscribers, including Mr. Mayor." "Nothing to speak of," said the mild Hartopp. Williams looked towards his master with unspeakable love, and groaned. "Nothing indeed oh!"
George Morley and Hartopp, followed at a little distance by Morley's travelling companion, Merle, passed on towards the other extremity of the town, and, after one or two inquiries for "Widow Halse, Prospect Row," they came to a few detached cottages, very prettily situated on a gentle hill, commanding in front the roofs of the city and the gleaming windows of the great cathedral, with somewhat large gardens in the rear.
WAIFE. "The chief municipal officer of a town so thriving fine shops and much plate glass must march with the times. I think I have heard that Mr. Hartopp promotes the spread of intelligence and the propagation of knowledge." "I dare say, sir. The Mayor takes great interest in the Gatesboro' Athemeum and Literary Institute."
'No, sir, said Stalky behind his claret-coloured handkerchief. 'We're the maerentes amicos. 'Not bad! You see, some of it sticks after all, King chuckled to Hartopp, and the two masters left without further inquiries. The boys sat still on the now-passive Winton. 'Well, said Stalky at last, 'of all the putrid he-asses, Pater, you are the 'I'm sorry.
"And what may you be doing here, my little friends?" the house-master began. "We were just goin' for a walk, sir," said Beetle. "And you stopped to speak to Rattray en route?" "Yes, sir. We've been throwing golf-balls," said Rattray, coming out of the study. So far he is strictly within the truth," said little Hartopp. "Oh, you were sporting with them, were you?
"Hush! you will never betray me, either of you never. A father turn against his son! horrible!" Again he seemed on the point of swooning. Waife overheard Hartopp proposing to go in search of medical assistance, and exclaimed piteously: "No, that would scare me to death. No doctors no eavesdroppers. Leave me to myself quiet and darkness; I shall be well tomorrow."
The Hartopp went to Natica with a softened gleam in her eyes; "I saw a telephone in the hall," she said. "I'm going out to call a cab." I heard her at the lever as they began to spar. I don't believe I could get a job at timekeeping in a real mill. My rounds must have been wonderfully and fearfully made.
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