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"Bigamy," Mr. Marrapit murmured. "Bigamy." "Not twice. I am nervous. I intend to marry. I want to buy a little seaside practice that is for sale." Mr. Marrapit repeated the faint little bark. He was lying back, eyes half closed, face working upon some inward stress. "Those are my plans," George summarised: "to marry and buy this practice." A considerable pause followed. The workings of Mr.
May I go to London to get clothes? I will return to-morrow morning." "Why not to-night?" "Early to-morrow would be more convenient. I have other things to do in London." "To-morrow, then," Mr. Marrapit agreed. At the door Mrs. Major turned. Her great success at this interview emboldened her to a second stroke. "There is one other thing I would like to say, if I dared." "Be fearless." She plunged.
I place Mrs. Major's Rose beside it. Look upon them." George looked. With staring eyes he gazed upon the two cats. With arched tails they advanced to exchange compliments, and the nearer they stood together the less Rose-like became the cat he had brought into the room. For the cat that Mr. Marrapit had produced Mrs.
Marrapit greeted him. Mr. Fletcher sighed relief: "I thought it was rapine." "You have betrayed your trust. You are Iscariot." "I come when you rung." "Silence. I have heard voices." "God help us," Mr. Fletcher piously groaned; the candle in his shaking hand showered wax. "Blasphemer! He will not help the craven. Gird yourself." "I'll call Mr. George." "Refrain. I will attend to that.
"But we're fairly in the cart," George summed up. "We are, you know." His ridiculous Mary gave him that lovers' ridiculous specific. "We've got each other," she told him, snuggling to him. George kissed her. He fumbled in his pockets. "I've got just about three pounds over from what Marrapit gave me for the clue-hunting. I say, Mary, it's pretty awful." She snuggled the closer.
Major's, he apprehended, would have been bony; not legs, but shanks. Mary made another dab at her now red little nose. The silence increased her silly fright. "You mis-misunderstand me," she repeated. With less asperity Mr. Marrapit told her: "I cannot accept the blame. You wrap your meanings. I plunge and grope after them. Eluding me, I am compelled to believe them wilfully thrown.
"If you mean me, Miss Humfray, you forget yourself. I do not understand you. Kindly recollect that I have another name." The hideous frown he bent upon his Mary might well have advertised the sincerity of his rebuke. He faced Mr. Marrapit, blundered on. "I remember noticing how thin the Rose's tail was getting." He gathered confidence, pushed ahead. "You have forgotten those little points, sir.
The fearful possibilities of this suggestion Mr. Marrapit had hesitated to accept. Speculation was abhorrent to this man. Visions of success upon success demanding increase upon increase considerably agitated him. Upon the other hand, the sooner these successes were won, the sooner, he reflected, would he be rid of this incubus, and, in the long-run, the cheaper. He nerved himself to the decision.
I fear you doubted my assistance. I think I will join the the " he glanced at the paper "the extra-mural searchers. I know the countryside well. I can go far and fast." Mr. Marrapit agreed. "Summon the household," he commanded. George called Margaret; the two carried out the order. In a semicircle the household grouped about their master; from Mrs.
"On wings," she concluded. Again there was a pause, and again Mrs. Major felt that for this passage to have fullest effect the word lay with Mr. Marrapit. But Mr. Marrapit, himself considerably perturbed, did not speak. The moments sped. Fearful lest they should distance beyond recovery the sentiments she felt she had aroused, Mrs. Major hastened to check them.
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