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And Bertie, whom his gains the day before had not much benefited, since his play-debts, his young brother's needs, and the Zu-Zu's insatiate little hands were all stretched ready to devour them without leaving a sovereign for more serious liabilities, went, for it was quite early morning, to act the M. F. H. in his fathers' stead at the meet on the great lawns before the house, for the Royallieu "lady-pack" were very famous in the Shires, and hunted over the same country alternate days with the Quorn.
"I am in pretty constant receipt of news," the count responded, with a swift glance in my direction; "but I do not know that it is yet common property." "Wal," said Mr. Quorn, "I'm inclined to think it is. But my folks are pretty considerably damn smart, and so, I guess, are yours." He paused, looked hard at me, and turned his quid reflectively. "This gentleman ?" he said, interrogatively.
Her face turned pale for a moment and her lips trembled, but she spoke an affirmatory word only, and waited. "Mr. Quorn," said the count, "has fifty thousand stand of arms to dispose of." "I suppose this is all right," interrupted Mr.
I said it must have been a flatfish." "So my informant told me." "Who did you hear it from?" "Aunt Dahlia." "I suppose she cursed me properly?" "Oh, no." "Beyond referring to you in one passage as 'this blasted Glossop', she was, I thought, singularly temperate in her language for a woman who at one time hunted regularly with the Quorn.
"It appears to me," said Mr. Quorn, "we're on the same trail. The exalted individual we've got in mind, count, has done something. What's he done now?" He rolled his big head between his fat shoulders as he put the question, and chewed away at the great plug of tobacco in his cheek as if he were paid to do it, and as if he were paid by piecework.
"Yes," said the count, "he has done something, but that is a little vague." "Wal, yes," Mr. Quorn allowed, seating himself and setting both elbows on the table, "I allow it's vague, but it won't be vague to-morrow morning." "You allude," said the count, "to the rumor that Louis Philippe has " "Yes, sir," retorted Mr. Quorn, with a very bright twinkle of both eyes, "that is the rumor I allood to.
It would not be so very far from the truth to say that the guns at Sannah's Post were captured on the polo-ground at Hurlingham; that Magersfontein was lost at Lord's; that Spionkop was evacuated at Sandown; and that the war lingered on for thirty-two months in the Quorn and Pytchley coverts.
Quorn. "I merely mentioned it. It's no affair of mine." "Mr. Quorn," said the count, "has fifty thousand stand of arms to sell. With them he has three million percussion-caps and three million cartridges. His price for the whole is " he paused there and waited, looking towards the visitor. "Forty thousand pounds sterling," said Mr. Quorn.
Quorn to me which seemed to ask an explanation of that gentleman's presence. "My dear," said the count, "we have often spoken together of the necessity for the purchase of arms for The Cause." "Yes," she said. "This gentleman," the count indicated our visitor, "has arms to sell. We have had news this morning which makes it necessary that we should move at once."
I shall leave Captain Fyffe to the negotiations with Quorn, and shall arrange for communications across the frontier, which will enable me to judge of the best place and the wisest hour for an attack. I shall go alone, because I wish to excite as little notice as possible." "You must not go alone," she said, and made a movement towards him with her hands half extended.
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