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Mordan and Patricia down. "My precious Lina!" exclaimed Aunt May, when she saw them. "Whatever has happened?" "I'll tell you about it indoors," said Mrs. Mordan. "These kind people are going to stop here for lunch, if you've got enough." "Of course there's enough," said Aunt May; "but I thought you were gipsies, or tinkers, or something objectionable.
"Well, now, I put it to you, Mordan, whether, admitting that what I say about Sylvia is true and you may take it from me that it is true whether it would be very kind or fair on my part to allow you to go on paying attention to her at the rate of say to-day's. Do you think it would be wise or kind of me to allow it?
It was type-written, and ran thus: "DEAR MR. MORDAN: Mr. Chas. N. Pierce directs me to inform you that after the expiration of the present month your services will no longer be required by the editor of the Daily Gazette. "I am, Sir, Yours faithfully, JAMES MARTIN, Secretary."
She looked at me, and perhaps that reminded her of something. "Forgive my familiarity," she said. "John Crondall spoke of you as Dick Mordan. It's rather a way we have out there." I do not remember my exact reply, but it earned me the friendly short name from her for the future; and, with England tumbling about our ears, for aught we knew, that, somehow, made me curiously happy.
So Hester and Gregory were left with the little girl, who told them her name was Patricia Mordan, and she was ten, and they lived near Fladbury, and she had a King Charles spaniel; while Kink urged Moses towards Ashton, which was only a mile or so away.
Wheeler asked me to come and smoke a cigar with him in his private room, and the invitation was not one to be evaded. I was subconsciously aware that it elicited a meaning exchange of glances between Marjory and her mother. "Well, Mordan, I hope things go well with you in Fleet Street," said Mr. Wheeler, when his cigar was alight and we were both seated in his luxurious little den.
"Oh, the wicked things," replied Lucy, mighty calmly. "I wish I knew what they are saying," said eagerly another young lady; then added, "Oh!" and blushed, observing her error mirrored in all eyes. Lucy the Clement instructed her out of the depths of her own experience in impropriety. "They swear. That is what Mrs. Mordan means," and so to the piano with dignity. Presently in came Messrs.
I pictured the little pale-eyed rabbit of a man typing the dictum of his Napoleon, his hero, and wondering in his amiable way how "Mr. Mordan" would be affected thereby, and how he had managed to displease the great man. As for "the editor of the Daily Gazette," I had not seen him since the day of my engagement. But I recalled now various recent signs of chill disapproval of my work on Mr.
The twenty-four-hour "day" measured off by the brute-force machine that was their masterclock carried no guarantee, expressed or implied, as to either accuracy or uniformity. One evening, then, four hard-faced men sat at two small tables in the main room of Lifecraft Three. Two of them, Ferdy Blaine and Moose Mordan, were playing cards for small stakes.
Gregory meanwhile had got out, and was asking young Daniel Wilson how ponies are shot; and what he did about getting milk to the station when the snow was two feet thick; and if the cows often kicked the buckets over. "It's not us," said Hester, "it's Kink who was so useful." "Who is Kink?" Mrs. Mordan asked.
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