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Masque, presented in the house of lord Hay by several noblemen, 1617, for the French ambassador. Metamorphosed Gypsies, a Masque, thrice presented to King James, 1621. Mercury vindicated from the Alchymist's, at Court. Mortimer's Fall, a Tragedy, or rather a fragment, being just begun and left imperfect by his death. Neptune's Triumph for the return of Albion, in a Masque, at court.
Briefly he told Francis of his absence from the Mill House in response to the summons from Nur-el-Din, of his interview with the dancer and her story of the Star of Poland, of his hurried return just in time to meet Mortimer, and of Mortimer's enigmatical reference to the dancer in the library that night. Fancis looked graver and graver as the story proceeded.
Terror had stunned Bream Mortimer's perceptions. His was what the doctors call a penumbral mental condition. He was in a sort of trance. "Bream," said Billie, "I want you to come in the car with me to fetch the police." "All right," said Bream. "Get your coat." "All right," said Bream. "And cap." "All right," said Bream.
He should dispense its charity, pay its dues, and from henceforth, without fear or superstition, enjoy its revenues. About this time something occurred at John Mortimer's house, which made people hold up their hands, and exclaim, "What next?"
He detected a look of incredulous unbelief in Mortimer's face, evidently, for he added, "You t'ink I ain't got no dough, eh?" He dug down into the folds of his somewhat voluminous "pants" and drew forth a fair-sized roll. "See? That wad goes to Larcen straight. I see him do a gallop good enough for my stuf; but dey got a stable-boy on him, an' dat's why he'll be ten to one.
"I would ever have a child of mine merciful and just the protector of the oppressed, and the champion of the defenceless; nevertheless " "And it was those bloodhounds of Mortimer's who were setting upon him," broke in Julian vehemently. "What right had they to molest him? Could we of Chad, upon our own soil, stand by and see it done?
Her large white hands clasped each other hard. "I'm going into the doctor's office to telephone my husband," went on Madeleine; "there's not a minute to lose." After she was alone, Mrs. Mortimer's thin, dark face settled into tragic repose. She leaned back her head and closed her eyes, from which a slow tear ran down over her sallow cheeks.
This watchfulness caused a great deal of merriment in the theatre, and in the dressing-rooms Mortimer's imitation of the catechism the manager was put to at night was considered very amusing. 'My dear, I assure you you're mistaken. I only smoked two cigarettes after lunch, and then I had a glass of beer. I swear I'm concealing nothing from you.
And from their lives, Mortimer's and her own, had been swept the dark cloud and here, in the midst of all this joy was her lover with a long, sad face, trying to reproach her with a stiff, awkward bow. Her laugh twirled Crane about like a top. He saw the odd situation; there was something incongruous in Mortimer's stiff attitude.
The passage by which the conspirators entered, and by which the Earl was conveyed away, goes by the name of Mortimer's Hole to the present day. A fourth class of cliff castle, neither the habitation of a routier nor the residence of a feudal seigneur, is that which commands an important ford, or the road or waterway to a town, and which was, in point of fact, an outpost of the garrison.
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