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Mrs Peagrim, in her role of ministering angel, was engrossed with her errand of mercy. She was holding the medicine-glass to Mr Pilkington's lips, and the seed fell on stony ground. "Drink this, dear," urged Mrs Peagrim. "Nervino," said Uncle Chris. "There!" said Mrs Peagrim. "That will make you feel much better. How well you always look, Major Selby!"
It is difficult to bid a tactful farewell to a man who has stated his intention of going in the same direction as yourself. There was nothing for it but to accept the unspoken offer of Otis Pilkington's escort. They began to walk down Broadway together. "I suppose you are tired after the rehearsal?" enquired Mr Pilkington in his precise voice.
The electric success of "The Rose of America" had stunned Mr Goble: and, realizing, as he did, that he might have bought Otis Pilkington's share dirt cheap at almost any point of the preliminary tour, he was having a bad half hour with himself.
But it was now January, and Dicky Pilkington's bill would be due in November. By successive triumphs of ingenious economy he had reduced that once appalling seven hundred and fifty to a hundred and seventy-five. He couldn't actually count on more than twenty-six pounds three and eightpence with which to meet the liability. And he had also to live for ten months before he met it.
Downey gently reminded him not to forget to turn the gas out. There was a bright clear space in his brain which Pilkington's champagne had not penetrated, so intolerably clear and bright that it hurt him to look at it. In that space three figures reeled and whirled; three, yet one and the same; Poppy of the coster-dance, Poppy of the lunatic ballet, and Poppy of the Arabian night.
So now I knew the law about the thing, and we moved on together, Oliver stretching himself consciously, and methought that even David walked with a sedater air. "David," said I, with a sinking, "are you going to Pilkington's?" "When I am eight," he replied. "And sha'n't I call you David then, and won't you play with me in the Gardens any more?"
Piozzi Letters, i. 267. I do not find the description in Young's Six Months' Tour through the North of England, but in Pilkington's Present State of Derbyshire, ii. 120. 'Quae regio in terris nostri non plena laboris? 'What place, what land in all the earth but with our grief is stored? Morris, Æneids, i. 460. See ante, March 21 and 28, 1776. At Derby.
Faith, madam, I believe you would have been kinder to wait and let him run the gauntlet at Pilkington's. You think your husband is a great man now because they are beginning to talk of his foregrounds and middle distances in the newspaper columns that nobody reads.
The last we saw of him was from the street. He was waving his tongue at us in his attractive, foolish way, and Josy was poised on Joeykin's hand like a butterfly that had alighted on a flower. We could not exactly see old Joey, but we saw his feet, and so feared the worst. Of course they are not everything they should be, but one can't help liking them. XXIII. Pilkington's
From time to time he chanted his own poems in the intervals of explaining; for they bore upon the matter in hand. "Rickets," said Poppy, severely, "you've had too much fizz. I can see it in your eyes most unmistakably. I know it isn't very nice of me to say so, when it's my fizz you've been drinking; but it isn't really mine, it's Dicky Pilkington's at least he paid for it."
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