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He was telling it to Cahoon, the Belfast manufacturer, who must, I am sure, have heard it several times before. I used, long ago, to be a good judge of horses. I still retained my eye for a neat filly. Moyne's latest acquisition was more than neat. I stroked her neck, and patted her flanks with genuine appreciation. Moyne looked quite cheerful and babbled pleasantly about hunting.
"The women whom we expect to influence," he said, "have fathers, brothers and husbands as well as young children." After dinner we had the speech. A secretary, who had once been Lady Moyne's governess and still wore pince-nez, brought a quantity of type-written matter into the drawing-room. Moyne wanted me to slip away with him to the billiard room; but I refused to do so.
"I want you to promise just one thing: to keep a secret." "Yours?" Christine was not over-intelligent, perhaps, but she was shrewd. That Le Moyne's past held a secret she had felt from the beginning. She sat up with eager curiosity. "No, not mine. Is it a promise?" "Of course." "I've found Tillie, Christine. I want you to go out to see her." Christine's red lips parted.
I feel certain that the informal consultation of the politicians at Lady Moyne's dinner-party had ended in a decision to postpone the demonstration. But things had passed beyond the control of Babberly and Lady Moyne. No newspaper was able to give any report of the proceedings of the meeting held that afternoon.
I imagine that at least half the audience heard what he said, and the other half knew he was saying the right things because the first half cheered him at frequent intervals. He began, of course, by saying that our forefathers bled and died for the cause which we were determined to support. This, so far as my forefathers and Moyne's are concerned, is horribly untrue.
"Now, by all the Saints!" he said with a strange mixture of regret and relief, "what an unhappy ending!" But at that moment he was thinking of the wondrous beauty of the man and of the picture of Maren Le Moyne's brown arms spread wide apart with the laughing child between, and again that little feeling of vexation crept into his wholesome heart.
"Of course," said Lady Moyne, "the Government doesn't want to be driven to take steps against us. There would be horrible rioting afterwards if they struck Moyne's name off the Privy Council or did anything like that. It would be just as unpleasant for them as it would be for us, more so in fact." "Your idea," I said, "is to give the Government a loophole of escape."
There was coming to Sidney a time when love would mean, not receiving, but giving the divine fire instead of the pale flame of youth. At last she slept. A night breeze came through the windows and spread coolness through the little house. The ailanthus tree waved in the moonlight and sent sprawling shadows over the wall of K. Le Moyne's bedroom.
They were using the flats, not the edges of the blades. The fugitives staggered under the blows. Some of them stumbled and fell; but I do not think that any one was seriously hurt. "Lord Moyne's audience," said Bland. "The corner boys. There's not an armed man among them." I noticed that when he pointed it out to me. The flying men, wild with terror, rushed into the empty trams.
Le Moyne's judgment almost as much as in Nimbus', despite his admiration for his herculean comrade so he induced his friend to promise that nothing more should be done about the matter until he could have an opportunity to examine the premises, with which he was not as familiar as he would like to be, before it was altogether decided.
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