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So we went back victorious to our inner doors. Then Jorian looked at me and nodded across at Boris. "Good!" was all that he said. But the single word made me happier than many encomiums. In spite of all, however, we were no nearer than before to getting away that I could see. For there was still all that long, desperate traverse of the defile before we could guide our horses to firm ground again.
There must be another." Jorian drove the spade in and threw out quantities of hard mould. In vain. And even while he dug, his master's mood had changed. "Treason! treachery!" he cried. "You knew of this." "Knew what, master, in Heaven's name?" "Caitiff, you knew there was another one worth all these twice told. "'Tis false," cried Jorian, made suspicious by the other's suspicion.
'We walk up and down, my son, he said, in answer to a question of mine, 'because there are very few who can; even walking is an art; and if nobody does, the place is dull. 'The place is pretty well supplied with newspapers, said Captain DeWitt. 'And dowagers, friend Jorian. They are cousins. 'Tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery.
Drop in some day just afore sunset, and set him talking. And for our Lady's sake say not I set you on. The only hiding he ever gave me was for babbling his business; and I do not want another. Gramercy! I married a man for the comfort of the thing, not to be hided." Catherine dropped in. Jorian was ready enough to tell her how he had befriended her son and perhaps saved his life.
I fear the same is not to be said of her rival, Lady Denewdney, whom our good Jorian compares to an antiquated fledgeling emerging with effort from a nest of ill construction and worse cement. She is rich, she is sharp, she uses her quill; she is emphatically not marriageable. Bath might still accept her as a rival queen, only she is always behindhand in seizing an occasion.
Then she went to Jorian Ketel; for she said to herself, "he is the closest I ever met, so he is the man for me," and in concert with him she did two mortal sly things; yet not, in my opinion, virulent, though she thought they were; but if I am asked what were these deeds without a name, the answer is, that as she, who was, 'but a woman, kept them secret till her dying day, I, who am a man "Verbum non amplius addam."
It to quote Jorian once more is like a dirty, idle, little stupid boy who cannot learn his lesson and plays the fool with the alphabet. You smile, Miss Ilchester: you would appreciate Jorian. Modern wit is emphatically degenerate. It has no scintillation, neither thrust nor parry. I compare it to boxing, as opposed to the more beautiful science of fencing.
A mild, flabby, amiable-looking old person, with shelving forehead and grey locks excellently built for the object, Jorian said entered. The Capet head and embonpoint were there.
"Help me in, good Jorian," moaned Margaret, turning suddenly calm. "Let me know the worst; and die." He supported her trembling limbs into the house. It seemed unnaturally still; not a sound. Jorian's own heart beat fast. A door was before him, unlatched. He pushed it softly with his left hand, and Margaret and he stood on the threshold. What they saw there you shall soon know.
And sooth to Say, I blame not my Jorian for being wroth, 'Tis hard for a poor man to be so near fortune and lose it by those he has befriended. However, I tell him another story. Says I, 'Folk that are out o' trouble like you and me didn't ought to be too hard on folk that are in trouble; and she has plenty. Going already? What is all your hurry, mistress?"
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