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I don't want to live permanently abroad, and I do want to go in for activity political by preference. The result is we must set our faces, tell lies, and hope that fortune will favour us." There was a strong contrast between Quarrier's glowing vehemence and the show of calm reflection which the other maintained as he listened.
And Plank, profoundly disturbed, shrugged his massive shoulders in contemptuous assent. So Quarrier and Harrington went away the younger partner taking leave of the older with a sneer for an outworn prop which no man could ever again have use for. Old and beaten that was all Harrington now stood for in Quarrier's eyes.
Liversedge isn't finally adopted as our candidate some one who, in my opinion, would suit us very well indeed. I am thinking of young Mr. Quarrier, Liversedge's brother-in-law, Mr. Sam Quarrier's nephew." "I can't say I know much for or against him," said the draper. "A barrister, I believe?" questioned Murgatroyd. "Yes, but not practising his profession.
A slight inclination of Quarrier's symmetrical head corroborated him. "Now," said Siward, slowly and very distinctly, "I shall tell you unofficially what I refused to tell the other governors officially."
Your name, Harrington's, mine, will have become utterly forgotten long, long before the horror of these present conditions shall cease to be remembered." He stretched out one ponderous arm, pointing full between Quarrier's unwinking eyes. "Take your fighting chance it is the cleanest thing you ever touched; and use it cleanly, or there'll be no mercy shown you when your time comes.
I know there's a sitting to-morrow; and on the second day after comes out the Polterham Tory paper. You will prepare them such an item of news in their police reports as they little look for. By that time the whole truth will be known, of course, and Mr. Quarrier's candidature will be impossible." "What will the Liberals do?" "I can't imagine.
It seemed absurd, and Plank was too stolid to entertain superstitions, but he could not, even with Leila laughing there beside him, shake off the dull instinct that all was not well that Quarrier's attitude was still the attitude of a dangerous man; that he, Plank, should have had this evening in his room alone to study out the matters he had so patiently plodded through in the long hours while Siward slept.
Wade was talking, seated by the table, on which her arms rested. She, too, had a look of nervous tension, and her voice was slightly hoarse. "Ambition," she said, with a slow emphasis, "is the keynote of Mr. Quarrier's character. If you haven't understood that, you don't yet know him indeed you don't! A noble ambition, mind. He is above all meanness.
Part of his vanity is to deceive those eyes and be what he is under the mask he wears; and to do that one must be the very master of caution. That is Quarrier's vanity. To conceal, is his monomania." "I cannot see how you draw that conclusion." "Siward, he is a bad man, and crafty every inch of him." "Oh, come, now! Only characters in fiction have no saving qualities.
Leila, greeted gaily from the boudoir, went in. Plank entered the library, was mauled effusively by the major, returned Quarrier's firm hand shake, and sat down with an inquiring smile. "Oh, yes, we're out for blood to-night," tittered Major Belwether, grasping Quarrier's arm humourously and shaking it to emphasise his words a habit that Quarrier thoroughly disliked.
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