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True, he knew himself to be cured, but if nature had chosen to cure him too quickly, that was not his fault.... He heard his wife talking to Machin in the bedroom, and Machin talking to his wife; and the servant's voice was as joyous and as worried as if she herself, and not Eve, were about to give a little dinner at the Grand Babylon. Queer! Queer!
Which shows how cruelly stupid Edward Henry was in comparison with the enlightened rest of us. "Glad to meet you, Mr. Machin," she said awkwardly, in a weak voice, with a peculiar gesture as she shook hands. Then, a mechanical, nervous giggle; and then silence! "Happy to make your acquaintance, sir," said Mr. Seven Sachs, and the arch-famous American actor-author also lapsed into silence.
Denry explained the vacuum-cleaner to the housewives, who had got no further than a Ewbank. And they again called down blessings on themselves. "What price this supper?" Denry exclaimed. "We ought to eat it. I'm sure he'd like us to eat it. Do sit down, all of you. I'll take the consequences." Mrs Machin hesitated even more than the other ladies. "It's really very strange, him not being here."
"Chose," the fiery revolutionist, had obtained a good place; and the modest "Machin," a man hardly noticed in the clubs, had published two exquisite books, genuine works of art. All of the "beards" and "long-haired" men had taken unexpected paths. But the politicians, above all, were astonishing in the variety of their destinies.
"So that's how they got to know him, is it?" thought Edward Henry. And then there was another short silence. "Hear you've been doing something striking in rubber shares, Machin?" said Brindley at length. Astonishing how these things got abroad! "Oh! very little, very little!" Edward Henry laughed modestly. "Too late to do much! In another fortnight the bottom will be all out of the rubber market."
If Mrs Machin had sat on the roof and put her hands over the top of the chimney, she would have been much warmer than at the grate. "You aren't in bed?" Denry queried. "Can't ye see?" said his mother. And, indeed, to ask a woman who was obviously sitting up in a chair whether she was in bed, did seem somewhat absurd. She added, less sarcastically: "I was expecting ye every minute.
"Just as easy to have hot water outside as inside, isn't it?" said Denry. "Well, I never!" exclaimed Mrs Machin. She was impressed. "That's how everything's dodged up in this house," said Denry. He shut off the water. And he rang once again. No answer! No illumination within the abode! "I'll tell you what I shall do," said Denry at length. "I shall let myself in. I've got a key of the back door."
"That is to say, to-morrow morning you will have £2250 in actual cash coin, notes actually in your possession?" Miss Euclid's disengaged hand was feeling out behind her again for some surface upon which to express its emotion and hers. "Well " she stopped, flushing. "She's not got the money. "It's like this, Mr. Machin," Marrier began. "Excuse me, Mr.
In 1899 Brunt's establishment occupied four shops, Nos. 52, 56, 58, and 60, in Machin Street. He had bought the freeholds at a price which timid people regarded as exorbitant, but the solicitors of Hanbridge secretly applauded his enterprise and shrewdness in anticipating the enormous rise in ground-values which has now been in rapid, steady progress there for more than a decade.
"Was there a burglary down the Lane last night? I didn't know that." "No, there wasn't," said Batchgrew ruthlessly. "That burglary was a practical joke, and it's all over the town. Denry Machin had a hand in that affair, and by now I dare say he wishes he hadn't." "Still, Mr.
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