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It shocked Romarin a little; he had hardly looked to see certain things so accentuated by the passage of time. Romarin's own brow was high and bald and benign, and his beard was like a broad shield of silver. "You're glad, are you?" said Marsden, as they sat down facing one another. "Well, I'm glad to be seen with you. It'll revive my credit a bit.
Chamber-windows when Love was hot? The killing of a man who stood in my way? He pointed to Romarin's plate; Romarin had been eating grapes. "Did you find me saying I'd do a thing and then drawing back from it when we " he made a quick gesture of both hands towards the middle of the restaurant floor. "When we fought ?" "Yes, when we fought, here!... Oh no, oh no!
The mirrors, mistily seen through the smoke of half a hundred cigars and cigarettes, the Loves and Shepherdesses of the garish walls, the diners starting up in their places, all suddenly seemed to swing round in a great half-circle before Romarin's eyes.
"There's a man there, by that restaurant door he's waiting for Mr. Romarin tell him tell him tell him Mr. Romarin's had an accident " And he dashed away, leaving the man looking at the silver in his palm. "A cigarette, Loder?" I said, offering my case. For the moment Loder was not smoking; for long enough he had not been talking.
Either leaned back in his chair, surveying the other. "You're a perverse devil still," was Romarin's thought. Marsden's, apparently, was of nothing but the whiskey and soda the waiter had gone to fetch. Romarin was inclined to look askance at a man who could follow up a gin and bitters with three or four whiskeys and soda without turning a hair. It argued the seasoned cask.
Romarin recognised in Marsden the old craving for sensation; it was part of the theoretical creed Marsden had made for himself, of doing things, not for their own sakes, but in order that he might have done them. Of course, it had appeared to a fellow like that, that Romarin himself had always had a calculated end in view; he had not; Marsden merely measured Romarin's peck out of his own bushel.
From time to time heads were turned to look at Romarin's portly and handsome figure, which the Press, the Regent Street photographic establishments, and the Academy Supplements had made well known.
In that moment Romarin's accident befell him. If its essential nature is related in arbitrary terms, it is that there are no other terms to relate it in. It is a decoded cipher, which can be restored to its cryptic form as Romarin subsequently restored it.
I'll not submit my life to you like that. If you want to go into things, all right; but it must be all or none. And I'd like another drink." He put the knife down with a little clap as Romarin beckoned to the waiter. There was distress on Romarin's face. He was not conscious of having adopted a superior attitude. But again he told himself that he must make allowances.
Romarin sprang half from his chair, and brought his fist down on the table. "And by Heaven, she didn't! At least that's one thing you haven't done!" Marsden too had risen unsteadily. "Oho, oho? You think that?" A wild thought flashed across Romarin's brain. "You mean ?" "I mean?... Oho, oho! Yes, I mean! She did, Romarin...."
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