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"It's a shame we've got to take help from you," said Rose; "just when you are beginning to get ahead, too!" "You cut that out," said Quin. "I'd like to know if you didn't take me in and treat me like one of the family? Ain't Cass the best friend a man ever had? And wouldn't he do as much and more for me?" But even Quin's salary failed to meet the emergency.
"I I simply couldn't stand Harold Phipps." Quin's heart performed an athletic feat. It leaped into his throat and remained there. "But you'll be joining some other company, I suppose?" He tried to make his voice formal and detached. "That depends," she said; and she looked at him again in that queer, tremulous, mysterious way that he did not in the least understand.
"I've hinted at it, but she won't believe me because she knows I hate him. I wanted to tell her about what he said to me, and about that nurse he got into trouble out at the hospital; but I was afraid it might make an awful row and spoil everything for Papa Claude." "I don't care who it spoils things for! She's got to be told." Quin's eyes were blazing.
If I hear any more of this stuff and nonsense about your being in a hospital and making bead chains, I'll forbid Eleanor crossing the threshold; do you hear?" From that time on Quin's convalescence was rapid almost too rapid, in fact, for his peace of mind. Never in his life had he been so watched over and so tenderly cared for. Mr.
Quin rose precipitately and made a dash for the hall, while Eleanor discreetly disappeared through a rear door. "Well," said Madam grimly, pulling on her gloves, "it is a novel experience to find a young person who has a respect for other people's time." For the next two weeks Eleanor made a heroic effort to follow Quin's advice and be nice to Madam.
When they are to be clarified, the barrels must be scraped and cut at the end, and then put into boiling water for a quarter of an hour, with a quantity of alum and salt. Afterwards they are dried in an oven, or in a pan of hot sand. QUIN'S FISH SAUCE. Half a pint of walnut pickle, the same of mushroom pickle, six anchovies pounded, six anchovies whole, and half a tea-spoonful of cayenne.
It was just at this moment, when the jazz band was breaking into its most beguiling number, that Quin's eyes and the girl's eyes met in a glance of mutual desire. History repeated itself. Once again, "with total disregard for his personal safety, Sergeant Graham assumed command when his officer was disabled," and rashly flung himself into the breach.
Poor fellow! he was shot six months afterwards, carrying orders to my Lord George Sackville, at Minden, and I lost thereby a kind friend. But we don't know what is in store for us, and that night was a merry one at least. Quin's second that night, and to bring me news in the morning as to the place where the meeting should take place.
What have I been reading? The "Siege of Valencia," by Mrs. Hemans, which is an hour too long, but it contains some of the most beautiful poetry I have read for years. I have read Quin's letters from Spain, entertaining; the review of it in the Quarterly is by Blanco White. Dr. Holland's letters continue to be as full of information and interest as ever, though he is a married man.
"Why don't you wait till you hear her side of it?" suggested Quin, still concerned with the sugar-bowl. "How can I?" cried Eleanor, flinging out her hands. "I've no place to go, and I've no money. If I had had money enough I'd have gone straight to Papa Claude last night." Quin's heart gained a beat.
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