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"Mallery, you don't know anything about it. I tell you I was born with this appetite; I inherited it, if you will; it is my father's legacy to me, and the taste has been petted and fostered in every imaginable way; you need not talk of my manhood to me. I have precious little of that article left.
I had to come down to the store after a package that was left here, and there they are this minute; and so you see, sir, you can't see either Mr. Stephens or Mr. Mallery in a twinkling. I ride in the eighth carriage." And at this point Tommy's shining boots bounded away.
No, he was not; he and Mrs. Hastings had accompanied Mrs. and Miss De Witt to the house of a friend, nine miles distant, and were to be absent two days. In spite of himself Theodore felt a sense of relief. "Then tell Miss Hastings I would like to see her at once," was his direction. John stared. "It was very early. Miss Hastings had not yet left her room. If Mr. Mallery could "
Ryan there was a start, a look of bewilderment and confused recollection, accompanied by a sudden roguish twinkle of recognition, and then the polished lawyer became oblivious to the existence of "Tode Mall," and "Habakkuk," and "bottles," and greeted "Mr. Mallery" in a manner that became a guest of Mr. Stephens, toward Mr. Stephens' honored clerk. Then they all went out to dinner.
"Well, doctor?" said Theodore, with nervous impatience, while Pliny fairly held his breath to hear the answer; it came distinct and firm from the doctor's lips not harshly, but with terrible truthfulness: "He is entirely beyond human aid, Mr. Mallery!" Then the room seemed to Pliny suddenly to reel and pitch forward, and both doctors were busy, not with the father, but the son.
"Have you been out of town, sir?" he asked, in a tone which plainly said, "It isn't possible that you've been in town and not heard the cause of this closed store?" "Just so," answered the good-natured gentleman. "I've been West, and I want to see Messrs. Stephens and Mallery in a twinkling." "Can't do it," said Tommy, promptly, and with the air of a policeman.
The whistle of the train rang out at last, and Pliny stepped back near the restive horses, ready for emergencies. He swung open the carriage door as Theodore Mallery advanced from the train. "You're a pretty man to be late to-day of all days in the world," was Pliny's greeting, in a sort of good-humoredly impatient tone. "Scold the engineer, not me," responded Theodore, in the same manner.
Mallery, coming on fast. I've coaxed Tommy, and he means all right, only he don't do it; and I've been down there to Mr. Roberts, and talked to him, and he's just as smooth as glass, and the difference between him an' Tommy is that he don't mean it at all, not a word of it, any of the time.
"Go away, Mallery, I can not endure the sight of you. It is all over, I say. I will never try again." Very quietly and steadily went the firm, cool hand across his forehead, and the voice that answered him was quiet and firm. "No, I shall not leave you, dear friend, and all is not over. You are going to try harder than ever before, and I am never going to give you up NEVER!"
Suppose we step into the library, Mallery, and see what they say for themselves."
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