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But how long are you going to keep the animal? 'Just a day or two in case. 'Where are you going to keep it? 'In the outhouse. Nutty never goes there, it's too near the bee-hives. 'I suppose you don't know who the owner is? 'Yes, I do; it must be Lady Wetherby. 'Lady Wetherby! 'She's a woman who dances at one of the restaurants. I read in a Sunday paper about her monkey.
"Then you're nutty in the head, Mr. Larry Bolan," says I; "for I've known her these two years, and never heard of her being an ex-nurse." "She might not care to boast of it," says he. "Rich, did you say?" "Near a million, they say," says I; "which don't fit in with the nurse idea, does it?" "I couldn't mistake Katie McDevitt," says he, waggin' his head mulish. "But who was this Steele beggar?"
The nearest he ever got to meditation was a sort of trance-like state, a kind of suspended animation in which his mind drifted sluggishly like a log in a backwater. Nutty, it is regrettable to say, went to his room after dinner for the purpose of imbibing two or three surreptitious whiskies-and-sodas. He behaved in this way, he told himself, purely in order to spare Elizabeth anxiety.
Stand over yonder by that stump. I'll stand here, and we'll fight fair and square." Pete Reeve obeyed, his movements slow, as if they were the result of hypnotism. "Bull," he said rather faintly, looking at the towering bulk of his opponent, "I dunno. Maybe I'm going nutty. But I figure that you come down here to kill me for the sake of getting your uncle to pat you on the back once or twice.
Once she remarked: "I don't see the good of getting nutty over a highball." Seeing that Janet was not to be led into controversy, she grew morose. Breakfast in Fillmore Street, never a lively meal, was more dismal than usual that morning, eaten to the accompaniment of slopping water from the roofs on the pavement of the passage.
Most, too, had inns, and there I had many a draught of cool nutty ale, for the inn at Biggleswick was a reformed place which sold nothing but washy cider. Often, tramping home in the dusk, I was so much in love with the land that I could have sung with the pure joy of it.
The spirit of loneliness brooded on them. Elizabeth walked slowly back to the house. Nutty was coming towards her from the orchard. 'Halloa! said Nutty. He was cheerful and debonair. His little eyes were alight with contentment. He hummed a tune. 'Where's Dawlish? he said. 'He has gone. Nutty's tune failed in the middle of a bar. Something in his sister's voice startled him.
"Well, sir, when Brother Flavio pegs out, I'll get up and run down to the Mission, where Father Dominic, Father Andreas, Brother Flavio, Brother Anthony, and Brother Benedict will all extend a welcome and muss me up, and we'll all talk at once and get nowhere with the conversation for the first five minutes. Brother Anthony is just a little bit ah nutty, but harmless.
I got it yere in the desk; it's torn some, an' don't mean nothin' to me; sounds kinder nutty." He threw open a drawer, rummaging within, but without pausing in speech, "Then a fellow blew in yere this mornin' off the Limited, asking about you, Jim, an' danged if I don't believe he said his name was Cavendish. The register was full so he didn't write it down, but that was the name all right.
Sometimes it seems to me that I can soar heavenward on the wings of of melody and get close enough to make myself heard. In my own way I was sort of praying for those two children. Foolish, isn't it? I'm sorry I told you. It sounds nutty to me when I stop to consider it." Pope stirred uneasily under Adoree's gravely speculative eyes. "Lorelei's all right?" Adoree nodded. "It's a boy."
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