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Updated: May 7, 2025
The minks' food may be flesh, fish, or fowl and, if overstocked, it is stored for future use. On land, the mink is caught exactly as the fox, the fisher, or the marten is caught, except, of course, that there is a difference in the size of the traps.
And these kernels he examined carefully as might be: in the quiet, starry evenings usually, while walking alone in St. James's Park after his day of board meetings, practical work with Minks, and the like. Gradually then, out of the close survey, emerged certain things that seemed linked together in an intelligible sequence of cause and effect.
The grandeur of toil, and the insignificance of acquisition the phrase ran through his mind with the sighing of the pine trees; it was like the first line of a song. The Vicar knew the song complete. Even Minks, perhaps, could pipe it too. Rogers was learning it. 'I must help them somehow, he thought again. 'It's not a question of money merely.
Minks, feeling he ought to stand while his master did so, also rose from his chair. The older man turned; they faced each other for a moment, Rogers putting smoke violently into the air between them. 'Minks, my dear fellow, he observed, 'you are, as I have always thought, a poet. You have ideas, and, whether true or not, they are rather lovely. Write them out for others to read.
It was not the sensuously whispering night with its mistlike darkness and near-by stars that kept him awake. Nor was it the splash of an otter, of minks and the sounds of other animals of the darkness.
'I'm ready, gentlemen, when you are, answered the voice of Minks outside. They went downstairs together, and walked quickly over to the Pension for supper. Rogers moved sedately enough so far as the others saw, yet inwardly he pranced like a fiery colt in harness. There were golden reins about his neck. Two tiny hands directed him from the Pleiades.
As he stepped backwards to keep the carriage window in sight until the last possible moment, Minks was nearly knocked over by a man who hurried along the platform as if he still had hopes of catching the train. 'Really, sir! gasped the secretary, stooping to pick up his newspaper and lavender glove he wore one glove and carried the other the collision had sent flying.
'This is delicious air, he heard Minks saying to his cousin in the distance to his deaf side judging by the answer: 'Delicious here yes, isn't it? Something had lit the stars.... Minks and his cousin continued idly talking. Their voices twittered like birds in empty space. The children had scattered like marbles from a spinning-top.
To get the family really straight was equally beyond his powers. 'I really must have more common-sense, he reflected uneasily; 'I am getting out of touch with reality somewhere. I'll write to Minks again. Minks, at the moment, was the only definite, positive object in the outer world he could recall. 'I'll write to him about His thought went wumbling.
You'll come too, won't you, Mr. Minks? 'Thank you, I shall be most happy if I'm not intruding, was the reply as they passed the fountain near the courtyard of the Citadelle. The musical gurgle of its splashing water sounded to Rogers like a voice that sang over and over again, 'Come up, come up, come up! You must come up to me! 'How brilliant your stars are out here, Mr.
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