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You're a rascal, Mr. Jelnik!" "You, my dear sir, are worse: you're an ass," said Mr. Jelnik, and fetched a sigh of tiredness. "Would to heaven somebody would fetch you a halter!" "Jelnik," choked Doctor Geddes, "a man who behaves as you're behaving to-night runs the risk of getting himself shot. You're my own cousin, but " Mr. Jelnik turned at bay.
Up-stairs behind her blind, like an ancient spider in her web, the old lady spied him. She flung open the window and leaned out. "Who are you that prowl about other peoples' yards like a thievish cat?" she demanded peremptorily. The young man looked up, uncovering his beautiful head. "I am Nicholas Jelnik. And I pray your pardon, Madame: I did not mean to intrude," and he made as if to go.
And I think you care for me in return. Why did you turn that coin when it meant 'Go, and bid me, instead, 'Stay'? Was it because you cared, Sophy?" "Yes, Mr. Jelnik: it was because I cared. I cared enough to tell a a lie. And I shall say yes to your other question, Mr. Jelnik." But he shook his head. "Ah, no, my dear! You'd be called upon to make too many sacrifices. I couldn't bear that!"
Nicholas Jelnik, who despised The Author for a bungling and intrusive idiot, and let his glance convey the fact. He was sorry for me, with a compassionate understanding of what I had been through. But I wanted neither his sorrow nor his compassion. He had punished The Author, but he hadn't saved me from a ridiculous and painful situation.
And he had set it to an air as simple and as perfect as its own words, an old-world air that suited it and his rich and flexible voice. "Why, Jelnik!" exclaimed Doctor Geddes, in a voice of pure astonishment, "I knew you could tinkle out a tune on a piano, but, man, I didn't dream it was in you to sing like this!" And he stared at his cousin. "I'd make bold to swear that Mr.
Jelnik, and I am to refuse to allow a physician to run his car through a barren strip of weeds and sand, because they are her relatives and she hated her relatives. I am to vex the souls of harmless Christians with bill-posters of the world, the flesh, and the devil, and I'm to pay taxes on a lot that's been turned into a cemetery for a hound dog. I'm to fight St.
The Westmacotes, weary after a long journey, retired early. Mr. Jelnik and Doctor Geddes had gone off together. The secretary had to finish a chapter. The Author lingered to ask, oddly enough, if I had the original plan of Hynds House. Did I know who designed it? "Why don't you interview Judge Gatchell?" "I did. He was polite and friendly enough, but knows no more than is strictly legal.
And," he added, clenching his hands, "you can think yourself lucky that you're getting out with a whole skin, da confound you!" Mr. Jelnik smiled so sweetly that I was terrified. "Oh, a whole skin!" he repeated, thoughtfully. "My good sir, I was born with a whole skin, and I rather expect to die with one."
"This second Richard became in time a highly successful physician, a man honored and beloved by this community. There was no wildness in him, nor in his son, the third Richard. His granddaughter Sarah Hynds married Professor Doctor Max Jelnik, the celebrated Viennese alienist, whom she met abroad. Your next-door neighbor is Sarah's son, born somewhere in Hungary, I believe.
"A poor enough possession, Sophy, but all that remains to me," he said gently. "Is it a light thing for Nicholas Jelnik to say to the woman he loves, 'I cannot marry you: I am a beggar'? Is it such a small sacrifice to give you up, Sophy?" "It would appear so." "You crucify me!" he said, in a choking voice. "Good God, don't you understand that I love you?"
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