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Updated: June 10, 2025
Bob Pillin remained with his back to the fire and his puppy round eyes fixed on the air that her figure had last occupied. He was experiencing a sensation never felt before.
A desire to lie roundly, a sense of the cheque in his pocket, a feeling of injustice, the emotion of pity, and a confused and black astonishment about Ventnor, caused Bob Pillin to stammer: "Well, I'm d -d!" and to miss the look which Phyllis gave him through her lashes a look saying: "Ah! that's better!" "I am d -d! Look here! D'you mean to say that Ventnor came here about my lending money?
Once on his feet, old Heythorp said: "Give me a kiss. You'll have your satin tomorrow." Then looking at Bob Pillin, he remarked: "Going my way? I'll give you a lift." The young man, giving Phyllis one appealing look, answered dully: "Tha-anks!" and they went out together to the taxi.
Pillin, sir." "Show him in!" In a fur coat which seemed to extinguish his thin form, Joe Pillin entered. It was snowing, and the cold had nipped and yellowed his meagre face between its slight grey whiskering. He said thinly: "How are you, Sylvanus? Aren't you perished in this cold?" "Warm as a toast. Sit down. Take off your coat." "Oh! I should be lost without it. You must have a fire inside you.
Still more moved by the mystery of this affair, Bob Pillin could only mutter: "I never gave you their address; we were only talking about old Heythorp." And at the smile which spread between Mr. Ventnor's whiskers, he jumped up, crying: "It's not the thing, and you're not going to put me off. I insist on an explanation." Mr.
Larne, but not in that connection. Why?" "Oh! Young Pillin told me " "Young Pillin? Why, it's his !" A little pause, and then: "Old Mr. Heythorp's solicitors are Crow & Donkin, I believe." Mr. Ventnor held out his hand. "Yes, yes," he said; "goodbye. Glad to have got that matter settled up," and out he went, and down the street, important, smiling. By George! He had got it!
Gefoozleme!" and other words which he could not catch. The little maid came running down. "Miss Phyllis says, sir, she'll be with you in a jiffy. And I was to tell you that Master Jock is loose, sir." Bob Pillin answered "Tha-anks," and passed into the drawing-room. He went to the bureau, took an envelope, enclosed the cheque, and addressing it: "Mrs. Larne," replaced it in his pocket.
Clenching his bowler hat, and only kept in his seat by that sense of something behind, Bob Pillin ejaculated: "Impudence! That's good after what you did! Look here, why did you? It's so extraordinary!" Mr. Ventnor answered: "Oh! is it? You wait a bit, my friend!"
And that coarse-grained solicitor chap at the creditors' meeting curling his lip as much as to say: 'One foot in the grave! He had seen the clerks dowsing the glim of their grins; and that young pup Bob Pillin screwing up his supercilious mug over his dog-collar. He knew that scented humbug Rosamund was getting scared that he'd drop off before she'd squeezed him dry.
Larne is out, sir; Miss Phyllis is at home." His heart leaped. "Oh-h! I'm sorry. I wonder if she'd see me?" The little maid answered "I think she's been washin' 'er'air, sir, but it may be dry be now. I'll see." Bob Pillin stood stock still beneath the young woman on the wall. He could scarcely breathe. If her hair were not dry how awful! Suddenly he heard floating down a clear but smothered "Oh!
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