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Doom, that's no more than a heart-break of memories and an' empty shell, may very well join Duntorvil and Drimdarroch and the Islands of Lochow, that have dribbled through the courts of what they call the law and left me scarcely enough to bury myself in another country than my own." Mrs. Petullo was not, in truth, wholly unmoved, but it was the actress in her wrung her hands.
"Rape, arson, forgery, robbery, thigging, sorning, pickery, murder, or high treason?" "Clap them all together, Mr. Petullo, and just call it local inconduciveness," cried MacTaggart. "Simply the Duke may not care for his society. That should be enough for the Fiscal and Long Davie the dempster, shouldn't it?" "H'm!" said Petullo. "It's a bit vague, Mr.
Perhaps some sense of contrast seized the writer, too, as he looked up to see the Chamberlain entering with a pleasant, lively air of wind behind him, and health and vigour in his step, despite the unwonted wanness of his face. At least, in the glance Petullo gave below his shaggy eyebrows, there was a little envy as well as much cunning. He made a ludicrous attempt at smiling.
"M. Montaiglon," at last said the Chamberlain in a curious voice where feelings the most deep appeared to strive together, "yon's a tragedy, if you like." "Comment?" said the Count. He was not prepared for an opening quite like this. "Well," said the Chamberlain, "you saw it for yourself; you are not a mole like Petullo the husband. By God!
"Well, it's all by, anyway," said he shortly. "What, with her?" said Mrs. Petullo, but with no note of hope. "No, with you," said he brutally. "Let us be friends, good friends, Kate," he went on, fearing this should too seriously arouse her. "I'll be the best friend you have in the world, my dear, if you'll let me, only " "Only you will never kiss me again," said she with a sob.
"Surely you read it?" said she. "I read it a score of times " "My dear Sim!" " And cursed two score of times as far as I remember; but what I am asking now is what was in it?" Mrs. Petullo began to weep softly, partly from the pain of the man's unconsciously cruel grasp, partly frotn disillusion, partly from a fear that she had to do with a mind deranged. "Oh, Sim, have you forgotten already?
"My twelve-hours is unusual sharp to-day," said Petullo, consulting a dumpy horologe out of his fob. "Would ye would ye do me the honour of joining me?" with a tone that left, but not too rudely, immediate departure as the Chamberlain's only alternative. "Thank you, thank you," said MacTaggart. "I rose late to-day, and my breakfast's little more than done with." He made for the door, Mrs.
A black-avised man; the last time he came before me Mr. Petullo, ye were there it was in a long-standing case o' multiple poinding, and if I'm no'mistaken, a place ca'd Drimadry or Drimdarry, or something like that, changed hands ower the head o't."
Our Drimdarroch will not provide very much interest for a maître d'escrime," and he laughed as he pictured Petullo the writer shivering before a flash of steel. "Ah! you speak of the lawyer: Doom told me of him, and as he was good enough to interest himself in my lodging in this place, I must make him my compliments at the earliest and tell him I have settled down for myself in the auberge."
Petullo had begun a song before the Duke entered, a melody of the Scots mode, wedded to words that at that period hummed round the country. It was the one triumphant moment of her life her musically vocal when she seemed, even to the discriminating who dive for character below the mere skin, to be a perfect angel.
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