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There were also many memoirs of great persons by themselves, many histories of the recent war, several thousand books of verse, a monograph by K.D. Varick on Catalysers and Catalysis and the Generation of Hydrogen, and New Wine by the Reverend Laurence Juke. The journalistic world also flourished.
"Was the duke as civil as ever when you took your leave of him?" said he to his cousin George, as he took his seat on the drag. "The juke was jeuced jude wine lem me tell you that, old fella," hiccupped out the Honourable George, as he touched up the leader under the flank. The Proposal
It's much more amusing to accept things, even livings. It'll be lovely: you'll be all among the clubs and theatres and the idle rich; much gayer than Covent Garden. 'Oh, gayer, said Juke. They came out into Birdcage Walk, and there was a man selling the Evening Hustle, Lord Pinkerton's evening paper. 'Bloody massacres, he was observing with a kind of absent-minded happiness.
And on the far side of the three-quarter bed the hump of an outstretched figure, face turned from the light, with sparse gray-and-black hair flowing over the pillow. Carefully, to save the slightest squeak, Sara Juke undressed, folded her little mound of clothing across the room's second chair, groping carefully by the stream of moonlight.
And she was trying all the time to square Hobart with the rest of her life, fitting him in, as it were, and he didn't fit in. I was interested to see what she was making of it all. One Thursday in early September, when Juke and Jane and I had lunched alone together at the club, and Jane and I had gone off to some meeting afterwards, Juke dropped in on me in the evening after dinner.
Of course, with their abominable cheek, the Potterites have taken Christianity and watered it down to suit themselves, till they've produced a form of Potterism which they call by its name; but they wouldn't know the real thing if they saw it.... The Pharisees were Potterites.... The others listened to Juke on religious Potterism tolerantly.
It might, he said to Juke, be a capitalists' war or any one else's; the important thing was not whose war it was but who was going to win it. He added, 'Great Britain is, on this occasion, on the right side. There's no manner of doubt about it.
"Sara Juke, ain't you ashamed!" "I'm a good girl, I am; and there ain't nobody can cast a reflection on on " Tears trembled in her voice, and she coughed from the deep recesses of her chest, and turned her head away, so that her profile was quivering and her throat swelling with sobs. "I I'm a good girl, I am." "Aw, Sara, don't I know it? Ain't that just where the rub comes? Don't I know it?
"There; you're all right now. I gotta get back to my dance. You fainted right up against him, dearie; and I seen you keel." "Gee, ain't I the limit!" "Here; lemme help you on with your coat. Right there he is, waiting." In the foyer Sara Juke met Charley Chubb shamefacedly. "I spoilt everything, didn't I?" "I guess you couldn't help it. All right?" "Yes, Charley."
Juke would sometimes bring a parson in; this was rather widening for us, I think, and I dare say for the parson too. To Juke it was part of the enterprise of un-Potterising the Church, which was on his mind a good deal. He said it needed un-Potterising as much as the State, or literature, or journalism, or even the drama, and that Potterism in it was even more dangerous than in these.
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