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Anyhow, you're wearing the sleeve of the king's uniform over the watchword of revolution; and if you want to do more, you can put on a thick coating of lanoline and dust it with rice-powder. Then nobody will see it." "Thank you, doctor," said Weise, standing up. "What do I owe you for your trouble?" "Nothing at all, my man!" said the little doctor, laughing.
She said 'whom, not 'what. She got it perfectly. So I said, 'Name, please? and she said, 'Lan, Miss, and there we were. "Lan?" "Lan or Len. We were not nice about our vowels. Lanoline." "But what an extraordinary " "I said, 'My good Mrs. Lanoline, we have some grave misunderstanding here. Beautiful as I am, my modesty is even more remarkable than my beauty, and never, never has Mr.
"Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?" "I don't know." "I think we won't." "As you like." "It's no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn't play at friendship. No, it's no good." "There's Mrs. Lanoline, too," Helen yawned. "So dull."
"I don't think so she doesn't really mind. The admirable creature isn't capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London.
He had come "about the lady yesterday." Thus much from Annie, who had shown him into the dining-room. "Cheers, children!" cried Helen. "It's Mrs. Lanoline." Tibby was interested.
Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card.
Lanoline rested his eyes on mine." "I hope you were pleased," said Tibby. "Of course," Helen squeaked. "A perfectly delightful experience. Oh, Mrs. Lanoline's a dear she asked for a husband as if he was an umbrella. She mislaid him Saturday afternoon and for a long time suffered no inconvenience. But all night, and all this morning her apprehensions grew.
"I don't think so she doesn't really mind. The admirable creature isn't capable of tragedy." "Her husband may be, though," said Margaret, moving to the window. "Oh, no, not likely. No one capable of tragedy could have married Mrs. Lanoline." "Was she pretty?" "Her figure may have been good once." The flats, their only outlook, hung like an ornate curtain between Margaret and the welter of London.
We left her all the zinc ointment we had remaining to use first; a milk-tinful of ointment, composed by me from pure lanoline, vaseline, and zinc powder, to go on with, and some grease-proof paper to spread it on, a lot of tabloids of permanganate of potash and directions to pour it from a water vessel, very clean.
Lanoline had risen out of the abyss, like a faint smell, a goblin football, telling of a life where love and hatred had both decayed. The mystery, like so many mysteries, was explained. Next day, just as they were dressed to go out to dinner, a Mr. Bast called. He was a clerk in the employment of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company. Thus much from his card.
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