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He looked at them for a moment, as if reading the meaning of the two happy faces and then shrank back into an alley and remained hidden until his son and daughter had passed out of sight. They went on their way, without dreaming that the man they dreaded was within a stone's throw of them. "So it was that," said Mark Rainham slowly, looking after them. "Out of gaol, are you poor little prisoner!
I believe he tried to introduce them, but people always threw them out of the window. I think they're an absurd invention." Rainham, as he watched her slender fingers with their dimpled knuckles, daintily selecting the most eligible lumps out of the cracked blue-and-white china teacup which did service for a sugar-basin, unhesitatingly agreed with her; though Mrs.
Rainham had heard it all before; it was full of spleen and rancour, unnecessarily violent, and, conceivably, unjust. But what he could not help recognising, in spite of his repulsion, was a certain nobility and singleness in the man, ruin as he was. Virtue came out of him; he had the saving quality of genius, and it was a veritable burning passion of perfection, which masqueraded in his spleen.
Dollond, who never knew what her husband would say next, welcomed the influx of a small throng of visitors with a sigh of relief. The Sylvesters and Philip Rainham, arriving at the same time, found the little studio almost crowded.
"Where shall we put our horses?" "Put 'em in the little paddock over there, an' stick yer saddles in the shed," said his employer. "An' then bring in yer beef, an' we'll 'ave a bit o' dinner. I ain't killed for a fortnight." Then began for Bob Rainham one of the most strenuous fortnights of his existence.
"I am afraid I do," laughed the girl. "I wish I could say as much for you." Rainham shook his head with burlesque solemnity, and sank down with his fragile cup into the most comfortable of the Louis Quinze chairs which he could select. "It's delightful to be back again," he remarked, letting his eyes wander round the familiar walls.
Rainham let his eyes rest on the frail figure pityingly, and a thought of the river behind her struck him with a sudden chill. He put his hand, almost surreptitiously, into his pocket. "Where do you live?" he asked. "Near here?" The girl mentioned a street which he sometimes passed through when economy of time induced him to make an otherwise undesirable short-cut to the railway station.
Yes, even Mary bores me sometimes, and I her, doubtless; and we want you. We will own that we are selfish, after all, but you must come!" Then there was a postscript: "Mary suggests that possibly you are not so incomprehensible as I think; perhaps you are at Bordighera? But you ought to let us know." Rainham sat with the letter before him until Margot came to bid him good-night.
Furnival and Co., the firm of solicitors who had acted for Rainham, and were now representing Oswyn as his friend's sole executor. It contained a brief intimation that the grant of probate of the late Mr.
Upon this pleasant scene the door opened sharply. "A nice way you keep order at lessons," said Mrs. Mark Rainham acidly. "And the ink all over the cloth. Well, all I can say is, you'll pay for a new one, Cecilia." "I did not knock it over," said Cecilia, in a low tone. "It's your business to look after the children, and see that they do not destroy things," said her stepmother.
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