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Here Swinnerton Loughburne seized his head between both hands again and groaned: "Dementia! Plain and simple dementia! And at his age, poor boy!" He continued: "Find an interior decorator. Not one of these fuzzy haired women-in-pants, but a he-man who knows what a he-man needs. Tell him I want that place furnished regardless of expense. I want some deep chairs that will hit me under the knees.
All the thinking in the world won't make one more blade of grass grow; put one extra pound on the ribs of a long-horn; and in a word, thinking is the bunk, pure and simple!" At this point Swinnerton Loughburne staggered to the window, threw it open, and leaned out into the cold night.
"At this she raised both hands in a gesture of protest, so that I could observe her eyes shining behind the slender, brown fingers observe, Loughburne, that white skin is falsely considered a thing of beauty in women and she remarked, still laughing: 'Indeed, you must not change! "I replied with an adroit change of front: 'Certainly not.
If I have to go back to those bare, blank rooms of mine with the smell of chemicals drifting in from the laboratory, I'll get drunk. That's all!" Here Swinnerton Loughburne lowered the letter to his knees and grasped his head in both hands. Next he turned to the end of the letter and made sure that the signature was "Randall Byrne." He stared again at the handwriting.
"Be it noted at this point, my dear Loughburne, that I have observed peculiar properties in the eyes of Miss Cumberland. Those of all other humans and animals that have fallen under my observance were remarkable only for their use in seeing, whereas the eyes of Miss Cumberland seem peculiarly designed to be seen. This quality I attribute to the following properties of the said eyes.
We'll wait!" The Adam's-apple rose and fell in the throat of Haw-Haw. "We'll wait," he nodded, and he burst into the harsh, unhuman laughter which had given him his name. This is the letter which Swinnerton Loughburne received over the signature of Doctor Randall Byrne.
Mac, Barry ain't a safe man to foller!" "Haw-Haw," answered Mac Strann, "Will you gimme a hand saddlin' my hoss? I got an appointment, an' I'm two minutes late already." In the room which had been assigned to his use Doctor Randall Byrne sat down to an unfinished letter and began to write. "Dinner has interrupted me, my dear Loughburne.
It was such a strange letter that between paragraphs Swinnerton Loughburne paced up and down his Gramercy Park studio and stared, baffled, at the heights of the Metropolitan Tower. "Dear Swinnerton, "I'll be with you in good old Manhattan about as soon as you get this letter. I'm sending this ahead because I want you to do me a favour.
"Your pardon, dear Loughburne, for these lapses from the general to the particular, but in a lighter moment of idleness, I pray you give some careless thought to a problem now painfully my own, though rooted inevitably so deeply in the dirt of the commonplace.
It was not the usual script of the young doctor. It was bolder, freer, and twice as large as usual; there was a total lack of regard for the amount of stationery consumed. Shaking his head in bewilderment, Swinnerton Loughburne shook his fine grey head and read on: "What I want you to do, is to stir about and find me a new apartment.
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