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"Thanks; that was kind," said Rickman in a queer voice which put Spinks off a bit. "I was really, Razors. I do believe I'd have died rather than let her know how I felt about her; but before I could say knife " "She got it out of you?" "No, she didn't do anything of the sort. It was all me. Like a damn fool I let it out some'ow."
One evening, sitting with Rickman in that upper chamber, he entered on the subject thus "Seen anything of the Spinkses lately?" "I called there last Saturday." "How is the divine Flossie?" "Flourishing. At least there's another baby. By the way Maddy you were grossly wrong about her there. The Beaver is absolutely devoid of the maternal instinct.
I read it before I could make up my mind whether I might or not." "It was all right. But I wish you hadn't." To look at Mr. Rickman you would have said that all his mind was concentrated on the heel of his boot, as it slowly but savagely ground the sod to dust. Even so, the action seemed to say, even so could he have destroyed that sonnet. "What did you think of it?"
Just because he could not make up his mind about Rickman, could not see what Lucia had always seen, what he too saw now, that positively luminous sincerity of his. He saw it even now reluctantly though he could never veer round again to his absurd theory of Rickman's dishonesty.
It was as if she had been aware that her nature was rich, and that she could afford to do what other women couldn't; "there were ways," she would say, "of doing them." And in Mr. Savage Keith Rickman she had divined a nature no less generously gifted. He could afford to take what she could afford to offer; better still, he would take just so much and no more.
About a year after Lamb's first knowledge of Manning, his small stock of friends was enlarged by the acquisition of Mr. John Rickman, one of the clerks of the House of Commons. You never need speak twice to him. Fullest of matter, with least verbosity."
Rickman leaned forward with clouded eyes and troubled forehead, while the young shop-men the other young shop-men thrilled with familiar and delicious emotion.
It was young Spinks; and the luggage that he carried in his hand gave a frightful impetus to his entry. At the sight of Rickman he let go a hat-box, an umbrella and a portmanteau, and laid hold of him by both hands. "Razors what luck! I say, I've gone and done it. Chucked them hooked it. Stood it eighteen months couldn't stand it any longer. On my soul I couldn't. But it's all right I'll explain."
In the six months that followed he saw more of Rickman than he had seen in as many years. Whenever he had a slack evening he would ask him to dinner, and let him sit talking on far into the night. He was afraid of being left alone with that uncomfortable doubt, that torturing suspicion.
Downey's there was a low standard for the more slender particulars of the toilette, and Mr. Rickman had compared favourably with his fellow-boarders. Now he looked back with incredulity and horror to his former self. Since his person had been brought into daily contact with Miss Harden he had begun to bestow on it a solemn, almost religious care.
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