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The people to our left have been blazing away like Coney Island, but Rena's guide says the ferns are full of rabbits that way, and Major Belwether can't hit fur afoot. You," she added frankly to Siward, "ought to take the cup. The birches ahead of you are full of woodcock. If you don't, Howard Quarrier will. He's into a flight of jack-snipe I hear."
The girl leaned forward, deliberate, self-possessed, the red lips edged with growing scorn. "That was a dirty trick!" said Mortimer heavily. He took the pad, added a figure, passed it to Lydia, and she coolly wrote a total, underscoring it heavily. "That is the amount," she said. Quarrier looked at the pad which she had tossed upon the desk.
Then, recharging the magazine of his automatic pistol, the German turned, and, setting his face towards the north-west, strode rapidly towards the Karewenda Hills. "Mr. Wilmshurst, I shall require you to proceed on special service," said Colonel Quarrier. "Very good, sir," replied Dudley promptly, and awaited the C.O.'s instructions. It was the evening of the fall of M'ganga.
Quarrier said, without emotion: "I repeat that it would be easy for you and me to merge our differences on a basis absolutely satisfactory to you and to me and to Harrington." "You are mistaken," said Plank, rising. "Good afternoon." Quarrier rose, too. "You decline to discuss the matter?" he asked. "It has been discussed sufficiently." "Then why did you come here?"
And yet the phrases were not quite ordinary; whomsoever she addressed, Lilian spoke with a softness, a kindness peculiar to herself, and chose words which seemed to have more than the common meaning. The visitor grew sensible of this pleasant characteristic, and at length found voice for her intention. "I wished to see you for a very strange reason, Mrs. Quarrier.
Seeing him in a misery of indecision, she repeated, at greater length and more earnestly still, her cogent reasonings. Quarrier argued in reply, and they were still thus engaged when it was announced that the carriage waited. "Let us go!" He threw his overcoat on to his shoulders. Mrs. Wade caught his hand. "Are you bent on doing the hopeless thing?" "Let us talk in the carriage.
"Your big mistake," he sneered, "is in undervaluing others. You don't think I amount to very much, do you, Beverly? But I'm going to try to take care of myself all the same." He laughed, showing his big teeth, and the vanity in him began to drug him. "No, you think I don't know much. But men like you and Quarrier will damn soon find out!
I am fighting you with the greatest possible satisfaction to myself." "Perhaps you see victory ahead," said Quarrier calmly. "I do, Mr. Quarrier, I do. But not in the manner you fear I may hope for it." "Do you mind saying in what manner you are already discounting your victory, Mr Plank?" "No, I don't mind telling you. I have no batteries to mask.
At last, "Who's carrying you?" he broke out, exasperated; and in the shocked silence Leila, very white, made a movement to rise, but Quarrier laid his long fingers across her arm, pressing her backward. "You don't know what you're saying," he remarked, looking coldly at Mortimer. Plank laid down his cards, rose, and walked over to Mortimer: "May I have a word with you?" he asked bluntly.
Knollsea was a seaside village lying snug within two headlands as between a finger and thumb. Everybody in the parish who was not a boatman was a quarrier, unless he were the gentleman who owned half the property and had been a quarryman, or the other gentleman who owned the other half, and had been to sea. The knowledge of the inhabitants was of the same special sort as their pursuits.
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