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But even during this brutal punishment their memories returned with tenderest reminiscence to the experience of that afternoon. As one of them said, "it was a real treat." And although Quimbleton had plainly stated the relation in which he stood to Theodolinda Chuff, she had no less than two hundred and ten proposals of marriage, by mail, from those who had attended the seance.
And remember that you are here only on sufferance. I shall be pitiless. I shall scourge the evil principle you represent from the face of the earth." "We do not fear your threats," said Quimbleton stoutly. "We are not alarmed by your frown." He was, greatly, but he was sparring for time to put his thoughts in order.
At any rate, the fifty-nine suppliants experienced at that instant a gush of sweet coolness down their throats, and the unmistakable subsequent tingle. They gazed at each other with a wild surmise. "How about another?" said one in a thrilling whisper. "Take your turn," said Quimbleton. "Who's next?" One hundred and fifty-three nominated Scotch whiskey. The order was filled without a slip.
Quimbleton had to delay his reply until deglutition had mastered a bulky consignment of shrimp. His large, resolute face, while somewhat marred by hardships, showed no trace of panic. "I know all about it," he said. "It is the latest step on the route of all evil taken by that fanatical person whom I shall presently call father-in-law. He is not content with arresting people found drinking.
This is to be the Twentieth Amendment. No printing press shall be used in the territory of the United States. Any man found with a printing press concealed about his person shall be sentenced to life imprisonment. Even the Congressional Record is to be written entirely by hand." The editor was unable to speak. He reached for the decanter, but found it empty. "Very well then," said Quimbleton.
He felt it rather keenly that Quimbleton looked down on his lack of oratorical gift, and it was a frequent humiliation that when words did not prosper on his tongue his impatient pilot would turn on the motors and zoom off into space in the very middle of a sentence. Nevertheless, the campaign went famously. Bleak had one considerable advantage in being comparatively unknown.
They passed into the garden, a quiet green enclosure surrounded by brick walls and bright with hollyhocks and other flowers. It was overlooked by a quaint jumble of rear gables, tall chimneys and white-shuttered dormer windows. "Do you play croquet?" asked Quimbleton, showing a neat pattern of white hoops fixed in the shaven turf. "If so, we must have a game after supper.
It's very agreeable as a quiet relaxation." Mr. Bleak was still trying to get his bearings. To see this robust creature gravely counterfeiting the posture of extreme old age was almost too much for his gravity. There was a bizarre absurdity in the solemn way Quimbleton beamed out from his frosty and fraudulent shrubbery.
As they approached they read, carved into the marble architrave: AEDES TEMULENTI PERPETUI E PLURIBUS UNUM The little porch, under the marble columns, was cool and shady. A signboard said: Visiting Hours, Noon to Midnight. Quimbleton looked at his watch. "It's not noon yet," he said, "but as we're old friends I dare say he'll be willing to see us."
He spoke hastily: "A very generous thought, my dear fellow; but I feel that you would be far more competent for this form of public service than I could hope to be." "Your modesty does you credit," replied Quimbleton, "but you forget that owing to my relation with Miss Chuff I shall happily be precluded from the necessity of entering public life for this purpose." "And what, pray," said Mrs.
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