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And when they were gone he reflected with added zest on the six thousand pounds he was getting for them out of Joe Pillin and his ships. He would have to pitch it strong in his speech at the general meeting. With freights so low, there was bound to be opposition. No dash nowadays; nothing but gabby caution!
"She won't be able to make it hotter for you than you'll be already." Joe Pillin replaced the deed within his coat, emitting a queer thin noise. He simply could not bear joking on such subjects. "Well," he said, "you've got your way; you always do. Who is this Mrs. Larne? You oughtn't to keep me in the dark. It seems my boy met her at your house. You told me she didn't come there."
I never said a word to him " "There you see you are lending!" He clutched his hair. "We've got to have this out," he added. "Not by the roots! Oh! you do look funny. I've never seen you with your hair untidy. Oh! oh!" Bob Pillin rose and paced the room. Then coming to a halt he said: "Suppose I am lending money to your mother, what does it matter? It's only till quarter-day.
She threw back her head, and again Bob Pillin felt a little giddy. He collected himself, and drawled: "Are you going in to see your Guardy?" "No. Mother's got something special to say. We've never been here before, you see. Isn't he fun, though?" "Fun!" "I think he's the greatest lark; but he's awfully nice to me. Jock calls him the last of the Stoic'uns."
Young Farney, though a secretary, was capable of attachment; and his eyes expressed a pitying affection. The Board meeting had been long and "snadgy" a final settling of that Pillin business. Rum go the chairman forcing it on them like this!
"Awfully sorry, sir," he said, "if you don't think I'm wild enough. Anything I can do for you in that line " The old man grunted; and realising that he had been quite witty, Bob Pillin went on: "I know I'm not in debt, no entanglements, got a decent income, pretty good expectations and all that; but I can soon put that all right if I'm not fit without."
That's of the past." Mr. Ventnor smiled. "Will you bet?" he said. Bob Pillin also smiled. "I should be bettin' on a certainty." Mr. Ventnor passed his hand over his whiskered face. "Don't you believe it; he hasn't a mag to his name. Fill your glass." Bob Pillin said, with a certain resentment: "Well, I happen to know he's just made a settlement of five or six thousand pounds.
He had diddled 'em for the moment into giving him another month, and when that month was up-he would diddle 'em again! A month ought to make the Pillin business safe, with all that hung on it. That poor funkey chap Joe Pillin! A gurgling chuckle escaped his red lips. What a shadow the fellow had looked, trotting in that evening just a month ago, behind his valet's announcement: "Mr. Pillin, sir."
So-so it's gone through?" Old Heythorp nodded; and Joe Pillin, wandering like a spirit, scrutinised the shut door. He came back to the table, and said in a low voice: "It's a great sacrifice." Old Heythorp smiled. "Have you signed the deed poll?" Producing a parchment from his pocket Joe Pillin unfolded it with caution to disclose his signature, and said: "I don't like it it's irrevocable."
Favoured by these circumstances, and the perception that Ventnor was an agreeable fellow, Bob Pillin yielded to his secret itch to get near the subject of his affections. "Do you happen," he said airily, "to know a Mrs. Larne relative of old Heythorp's rather a handsome woman-she writes stories." Mr. Ventnor shook his head.
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