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Charles Sylvester was somewhat listlessly cross-examining a P.R.A. in embryo as to the exact meaning of "breadth" in a painting; and Mr. Quain had been making his way as unostentatiously as the creakiness of his boots would permit towards the door.
His son, the judge, was a favourite protégé, and became his executor. He had a warm regard for Sir Richard Quain, who was beside Lord Beaconsfield in extremis, who literally knew everyone that ought to be known, and who would visit a comparatively humble patient with equal interest. Quain was thoroughly good-natured, ever friendly and even affectionate.
Quain fell into step at his side. "You 'stonish me. But the good Lord knows I'm willin'. Whereabout's the boat?" "Blessed if I know: over yonder somewhere," Amber told him, waving toward the bay-shore an arm as vaguely helpful as his information. "Thank you so much. Guess I can find her all right. Hump yo'self, Davy." They plodded on heavily, making fair progress in spite of the hindering sand.
Quain, who had dropped back a pace after firing but one shot and scoring an unqualified miss at close range, now stood plucking clumsily, with half frozen fingers, at an obstinate breech-lock. This latter resisting his every wile, his temper presently slipped its leash; as violently as briefly he swore: "Damn!" "Gladly," agreed Amber, without turning. "But what?" "This gun!" "Your gun?"
Mrs Lawford watched him keenly. 'Do you still she began. But at the same moment he too broke silence, suddenly stepping back with the innocent remark, 'Has he has he asked for anything? 'Only for Quain. "Quain"? 'The medical Dictionary. 'Oh, yes; bless me; of course.... A calm, complete sleep of utter prostration utter nervous prostration. And can one wonder?
At the same time the painter slipped from his grasp and Quain, lodging an end of the eel-pot stake on the hard sand bottom, put his weight upon it. Before Amber could recover, the boat had slid off and was melting swiftly into the shadows. After a bit Quain's voice came back: "Don't fret, Davy. I'm all right." Amber cupped hands to mouth and sent a cheerful hail ringing in response.
Quadrumana, hands of; differences between man and the; sexual differences of colour in; ornamental characters of; analogy of sexual differences of, with those of man; fighting of males for the females; monogamous habits of; beards of the. Quain, R., on the variation of the muscles in man.
That was a good lesson for the youth. In such matters, however, he did not spare friend or stranger. It is curious, considering how sturdy a pattern of Englishman was Forster, that all his oldest friends were Irishmen, such as Maclise, Emerson Tennant, Whiteside, Macready, Quain, Foley, Mulready, and many more.
"There's an old skimmy up the shore a ways." Already Quain was moving off in search of it. "Noticed her this morning. Daresay she leaks like a sieve, but at worst the water's pretty shoal inshore, hereabouts." "Cold comfort in that." "Better than none, you amiable " "Can you swim?" Amber demanded pointedly. "Like a fish. And you?" "Not like a fish." "Damn!"
But Quain, it seemed, shared his prejudices, at least in this edition, or had hidden away all such apocryphal matter beneath technical terms, where no sensible man could find it, 'Besides, he muttered angrily, 'what's the good of your one volume? He flung it down and strode to the bed, and rang the bell. Then suddenly recollecting himself, he paused and listened. There came a tap on the door.
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