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It is distinctly a breach of professional etiquette, nevertheless, and I cannot disguise the fact from myself. However, since the knowledge will never go any further, and since tremendous issues are at stake, I will give you the name of my opium patient. It is Sir Brian Malpas!" "I am much indebted to you, Dr. Cumberly," said Max; "a thousand thanks;" but in his eyes there was a far-away look.
The Assistant Commissioner looked politely puzzled. "It was generally supposed that Sir Brian Malpas was addicted to drugs," he remarked; "and I am not surprised to learn that he patronised this syndicate to which you refer. But " he paused, smiling satanically. "Ah!" he added "I see! I see!" "You perceive the drift of my argument?" cried Max.
The members for the county, with their wives and daughters, the Hungerfords and the Ildertons, Sir Russell Malpas, or even Lord Hull, an Irish peer with an English estate, and who represented one of the divisions, were scarcely a relief.
"Abraham!" he said, in tones which sounded like a mixture of friendship and deprecation. Abraham had bent down as though he were cowering from an expected blow. Now he lifted himself up, and held out his hand. "Bruno de Malpas, thou art welcome, if God hath sent thee." "God sends all events," answered the priest, accepting the offered hand.
But this old Obelisk itself, what is it? What brought it here? The tourist reads: "Last year being hard with the POOR, the walls about these HILLS, and THIS, etc., erected by JOHN MALPAS, Esq., June, 1742." The story of Ireland is before him; it is told in the landscape, and the inscription, it may be expressed in two words Beauty and Starvation.
"You'm late, Sir Oliver," said the servant, "and Master Lionel bain't home yet neither." Sir Oliver grunted and scowled as he crunched a log and set it sizzling under his wet heel. He thought of Malpas and cursed Lionel's folly, as, without a word, he loosed his cloak and flung it on an oaken coffer by the wall where already he had cast his hat.
Max, who covertly had been watching the face of Sir Brian Malpas, said at this point: "I would not miss it for anything, after reading Miss Cumberly's account of it. When are you thinking of going to see it, Sir Brian? I might arrange to join you." "Directly the exhibition is opened," replied the baronet, lapsing again into his dreamy manner. "Ring me up when you are going, and I will join you."
"Why not rather to his own camp, or to Malpas?" said Rose "dearest lady, believe, it will be for the best." "Wherefore not wherefore not? wherefore not leave him on the way-side at once, to the knife of the Welshman, and the teeth of the wolf?-Once twice three times has he been my preserver. Where I go, he shall go; nor will I be in safety myself a moment sooner than I know that he is so."
Povey had discovered one in the person of Mrs. Gilchrist, the second wife of a farmer at Malpas in Cheshire, whose first wife had been a sister of the late John Baines. All the credit of Mrs. Gilchrist was due to Samuel Povey. Mrs. Baines fretted seriously about Sophia, who had given no sign of life for a very long time. Mr.
'Get right into this hansom, Miss Malpas, he said kindly, 'and I guess we'll talk it out. 'Talk what out? she thought. But she got in. 'Marble Arch, and go up Regent Street, and don't hurry, said Mr. Belmont to the cabman. 'How did he know my name? she asked herself. 'A hansom's the most private place in London, he said after a pause.
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