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Updated: May 22, 2025
The great musical trio were enchanting all ears with their faultless performance, when the sweet and soul-stirring notes of the Adagio were suddenly interrupted by a loud crash and a shriek. Old Lord de Ros was listening to the music on a sofa at the further end of the room. Over his head was a large picture in a heavy frame.
And the broker people have got those bonds. Ros, I've been fighting this thing for weeks and weeks. I ain't slept a night for years, or so it seems. And next week next WEEK I was to be married. My God! think of it!" "Here, here! Don't do that," I urged. "Brace up. You and I must work this out. Wasn't there any one you could go to? Anyone you could borrow the money of?
Ros, do YOU intend to get down on your knees to them Coltons?" I laughed and went on without replying. I left the store and strolled across the road to the bank, intending to make a short call on George Taylor, the cashier, my most intimate acquaintance and the one person in Denboro who came nearest to being my friend.
One look at his face was enough; he had the bonds, I knew it. "Ros, you here!" he exclaimed. "Is it all right? The examiner hasn't showed up?" "No," I answered. "You have them, George?" "Right in my pocket, thank the Lord and you, Ros Paine. Just let me get them into that safe and I What! You're not going?" "Yes, I'm going. I congratulate you, George. I am as glad as you are. Good night."
She wanted to buy some cheese for a rabbit, she said. I never heard of feeding a rabbit on cheese, did you, Ros?" "No," I replied, laughing. It was not worth while to explain. "Nor nobody else, but her! I guess," continued Lute, "likely she was just jokin'. Anyhow, Sim was all out of cheese, but he had some nice print butter, just in. She didn't want no butter, though." "Humph!" sniffed Dorinda.
As regards the man who persuaded him thereto," added he, "there shall not be a king or righdamhna of his family, and his seed and race shall be 'in service' for ever, and his soul shall not return from hell to the judgment, nor after judgment." Patrick went subsequently from Sabhall southwards, that he might preach to Ros, son of Trichim.
"By the great and everlastin'!" he declared, between laughs, "you're all right, Ros Paine! I said you was and now I'll swear to it. Told old Colton to go to the devil! If that ain't oh, I wish I'd been there!" I went on sand-papering a valve plug. He walked up and down the floor, chuckling. "Well," he said, at last, "you've made yourself solid in Denboro, anyhow.
So long." As I came down the bank steps Sim Eldredge called across the road. "Good-by, Ros," he shouted. "Come in again next time you're up street." In all my period of residence in Denboro I had never before been treated like this. People had never before gone out of their way to shake hands with me. No one had considered it worth while to ask favors of me.
Captain, what do you mean?" "I don't mean nothin'. But I shouldn't wonder if the Great Panjandrum and his folks was reminded that that Lane was still open, that's all. Ho! ho! So long, Ros." I did not catch his meaning at the time. A few days later I discovered it by accident. I had been up to the village and was on my way home by the short cut.
"Ros," he whispered, "you're all right. Understand? I say you're all right." "Thanks," I answered, briefly. "I heard about it," he whispered. "Ase Peters said the Grand Panjandrum was cranky as a shark with the toothache all day yesterday. You must tell me the yarn when we get together. I missed you when I called just now, but I'll be down again pretty soon. You won't lose nothin' by this.
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