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Wingrave laid down his cigarette. "I am what my fellows have made me," he said slowly. "I tasted hell for a good many years. It has left me, I suppose, with a depraved taste. Ring up my brokers, Aynesworth! I want to speak to Malcolmson. He had better come round here." The day dragged on. Aynesworth hated it all, and was weary long before it was half over.
This time I was to sit on the platform side by side with Malcolmson and Cahoon, because, being a Liberal, or rather suspected of being inclined to Liberalism, my presence might induce the other Liberals, who were Liberals indeed, not to take Babberly's remarks at their face value. That is the drawback to the kind of detached position which I occupy.
Its statement of the facts was almost identical; but its interpretation was different Instead of regarding the incident as a lesson in loyalty to Malcolmson it said: "Act of Rebellion in Connaught. Civil War Breaks Out." "In the broad light of day," said Mrs. Ascher, "at noon. Without an attempt at concealment.
In fact, she wants me to advise you if possible to give up the tea and the very late hours. I was a keen student in my time, so I suppose I may take the liberty of a college man, and without offence, advise you not quite as a stranger. Malcolmson with a bright smile held out his hand. 'Shake! as they say in America, he said. 'I must thank you for your kindness and Mrs.
The machine was ticking vigorously, and I knew by the tense attitude in which Malcolmson was standing that something very important must have happened. My first impulse was to slip quietly past and get away to the smoking room before he saw me. I like Malcolmson, but he is tiresome, particularly tiresome when there is important news.
I should have supposed beforehand that talk about artillery would have bored Conroy; and Malcolmson, since this Home Rule struggle began, has talked of nothing else. I spent the afternoon with Mr. Cahoon, and we talked about Home Rule, of course. "What those fellows want," he said, "is to get their hands into our pockets. But it won't do." "Those fellows" were, plainly, the Nationalist leaders.
Next him sat Babberly. Cahoon, McNeice and Malcolmson sat together at the bottom of the table. I was given a chair on Moyne's other side. Conroy would not sit at the table at all. He had two chairs in a corner of the room. He sat on one of them and put his legs on the other. He also smoked a cigar, which I think everybody regarded as bad form.
So this went on for many times, the Judge seeming never discouraged nor discomposed at failure, but playing as a cat does with a mouse. At last in despair, which had reached its climax, Malcolmson cast a quick glance round him. The lamp seemed to have blazed up, and there was a fairly good light in the room.
His face was strong and merciless, evil, crafty, and vindictive, with a sensual mouth, hooked nose of ruddy colour, and shaped like the beak of a bird of prey. The rest of the face was of a cadaverous colour. The eyes were of peculiar brilliance and with a terribly malignant expression. As he looked at them, Malcolmson grew cold, for he saw there the very counterpart of the eyes of the great rat.
"No more than the soldiers were yesterday," said McNeice. "They fired over our heads." "And we're not going to stand any more fooling," said Malcolmson. "We're business men," said Cahoon, "and this sort of play-acting won't do for Belfast." "Your boss politicians," said Conroy, "have been flooding us out with telegrams."
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