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In a few minutes Ned was able to sit up; a drink of cold brandy and water further restored him. He went to the bed on which Bill had been placed. "He's not dead?" he asked with a gasp, as he saw the white face enveloped in bandages. "No, surelie," Luke replied cheerfully; "he be a long way from dead yet, oi hoape, though he be badly cut about." "Have you sent for the doctor?" Ned asked. "No!"
Hoape," the chairman detained him a moment. "The committee hope you will allow yourself to be nominated to the accounts sub-committee. We understand that you are by way of being an expert. The sub-committee meets on Wednesday mornings at eleven doesn't it, Sir Charles?" "Half-past," said Sir Charles. "Oh! Half-past."
As soon as the minutes had been passed the austere chairman turned and said evenly: "I am sure I am expressing the feelings of the committee in welcoming among us Mr. Hoape, who has so kindly consented to join us and give us the benefit of his help and advice in our labours."
His faith in Ned was strong, but he had found the opinion in the town so unanimous against him that he longed for an assurance that some one beside himself believed in Ned's innocence. "Oi doan't know, Bill," Luke Marner said, stroking his chin as he always did when he was thinking; "oi doan't know, Bill oi hoape he didn't do it, wi' all my heart. But oi doan't know aboot it.
Alone, carefully refolding the kimono in its original creases, Christine wondered what the man's name was. She felt that the mysterious future might soon disclose a germ of happiness. G.J. Hoape He was usually addressed as "G.J." by his friends, and always referred to as "G.J." by both friends and acquaintances woke up finally in the bedroom of his flat with the thought: "To-day I shall see her."
At last, when things had reached the limit, Mrs. Braiding slipped out and did not come back. Meanwhile a much younger sister of hers had been introduced into the flat. But when Mrs. Braiding went the virgin went also. The flat was more or less closed, and Mr. Hoape had slept at his club for weeks. At length the flat was reopened, but whereas three had left it, four returned.
"Damn the girl!" said G.J. to himself; and aloud: "Please tell her ladyship that I've called." "Mr. Hoape, is it not, sir?" "It is." By the force of his raisin eyes the butler held G.J. as he turned to descend the steps. "There's nobody at home, sir, except Mrs. Carlos Smith. Mrs. Carlos Smith is in Lady Queenie's apartments." "Mrs.
I got two tickets; but no sooner had I arrayed myself this morning than she rang me up to say that her baby was teething and she couldn't leave it. In view of this important creature's indisposition I sent the tickets back to the Dean and changed my clothes. Great-grandfathers have to be philosophers. I say, Hoape, they tell me you play uncommonly good auction bridge."
He works to hide the hurt. But I'll tell you one thing, girlie, if anything could make a Christian of me, it would be Dick's life. There's something more than human in the way he stands up against this thing." Then Dick received another letter, from a post office in Texas. "Dere Dikkie: I take my pen in hand to let u no that Ime wel an hoape u ar the same.
That a bachelor of Mr. Hoape's fastidiousness should tolerate in his home a woman with a tiny baby was remarkable; it was as astounding perhaps as any phenomenon of the war, and a sublime proof that Mr. Hoape realised that the Empire was fighting for its life. It arose from the fact that both G.J. and Braiding were men of considerable sagacity.
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