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Updated: June 22, 2025
We haven't been married two months, and everything is over! And this is Easter Saturday! He wanted us to be at Llandudno or somewhere for Easter, and I shouldn't be at all surprised if he's gone there. Yes, he would be capable of that. And if it wasn't for the plaster on his face, he'd be capable of gallivanting on Llandudno pier this very night!" She had no illusion as to him.
At that moment a small face peeped over the top of the wall which divided the garden from that of the next house, and a childish voice asked: "Do you want the Mortons?" "Yes. Isn't anybody in?" "They're all gone away to Llandudno, for a month." "All? Isn't anyone here?" "No, the house is locked up."
They met genially, without a hint of estrangement. "Your wife well?" Hilliard took an opportunity of asking apart. "Thanks, she's getting all right again. At Llandudno just now. Glad to see that you're looking so uncommonly fit." Hilliard had undoubtedly improved in personal appearance.
It seemed to him that nothing could have stopped the visitors to Llandudno from fighting for places in his lifeboat and paying handsomely for the privilege. They had begun the practice, and they looked as if they meant to go on with the practice eternally. He thought that the monotony of it would strike them unfavourably. But no!
The worst thing of all was the lamp-post, bent, moveless, unnatural, atrociously comic, accusing him. The affair was over the town in a minute; the next morning it reached Llandudno.
He had never been able to forgive Nellie's father for those patronising airs years and years before at Llandudno, airs indeed which had not even yet disappeared from Cotterill's attitude towards Denry.
And each time he made the same witticism about sovereigns. "What have you got in that hat-box?" Ruth asked. "Don't I tell you?" said Denry, laughing. "Sovereigns!" Lastly, he performed the same trick on his mother. Mrs Machin was working, as usual, in the cottage in Brougham Street. Perhaps the notion of going to Llandudno for a change had not occurred to her.
He dared not buy a proper horse and dogcart, because he dared not bring such an equipage to the front door of his mother's four-and-sixpenny cottage. So he had taken to cabs. In all exterior magnificence and lavishness he equalled even the great Harold Etches, of whom he had once been afraid; and like Etches he became a famous habitué of Llandudno pier.
It was probably the worst bargain that he ever made in his life. For the Chocolate Remedy continued obstinately in demand for ten years afterwards. But he was glad to be rid of the thing; it was spoiling his sleep and wearing him out. He had other worries. The boatmen of Llandudno regarded him as an enemy of the human race.
"The people at Llandudno must see our burning ship, and will come out in their boats." He kept in the line of light, although it did not lead him direct to the shore, in order that they might be seen. He swam with desperation.
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