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'George, Mr. MacKenzie has offered to take you with him to Africa, she said eagerly. 'Will you go? 'I'll go anywhere so long as I can get out of this beastly country, he answered wearily. 'I feel people are looking at me in the street when I go out, and they're saying to one another: there's the son of that swindling rotter who was sentenced to seven years.
Jolly wished to answer: 'I should have, but it seemed beneath him. "Look here!" he said, "what's the meaning of it? Without telling anybody!" "Why should I? Dad isn't here; why shouldn't I ride with him?" "You've got me to ride with. I think he's an awful young rotter." Holly went pale with anger. "He isn't. It's your own fault for not liking him."
Some cases do baffle everybody. It's such very delicate work." "You sometimes find you let in a rotter?" said Mr. Purcey, "or, I should say, a rotter lets you in! Ha, ha!" Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace's eyes flew deliciously down his figure. "Not often," she said; and turning rather markedly once more to Stephen: "Have you any special case that you are interested in, Mr. Dallison?"
"You've always been about the same height and breadth, my friend. I saw that a long time ago. The luckiest day that ever dawned for Maud was the one on which you cut me out." "Think so?" said Jake. "Well, it wasn't a very lucky one for you, I'm afraid." "I got over it," said Saltash lightly. "I'm too great a rotter, you know, Jake, to take things much to heart.
Will was looking at him oddly, almost as if he had never seen him before. "Do you know," he said, smiling faintly, "I always thought you were a rotter." "Most people do," said Nick. "I believe it's my physiognomy that's at fault. What can any one expect from a fellow with a face like an Egyptian mummy? Why, I've been mistaken for the devil himself before now."
He hid his face in his hands and groaned. "Gee! I'm a rotter." "You can sell your belongings at the Charlevoix, and we'll use the money. We'll need everything, for I can't piece out my salary the way I've been doing. There can't be any more supper-parties and gifts " "I should hope not," he growled. "I'll murder the first man who speaks to you." "Then is it a real, binding bargain?"
An ass of a Gaucho had gone into the town and got jolly tight, and coming back, he wanted to ride through our place. The old woman who keeps the lodge wouldn't have it at any price. Gave him the absolute miss-in-baulk. So this rotter, instead of shifting off, proceeded to cut the fence, and go through that way.
And you're no wiser than the rest. You lost your head once over a rotter. You might again. Who knows?" "Oh, really, Jack!" The girl's face flushed very deeply. She turned it aside instinctively, though he was not looking at her. But the colour died as quickly as it came, leaving her white and quivering. She stood mutely struggling for self-control while Jack continued. "I know Fletcher.
"But he's got to do you justice. Maud says the same." Saltash laughed aloud. "But, my dear chap, nobody ever does that! I don't myself!" Bunny looked at him with affection. "You always have tried to make yourself out a worse rotter than you really are, haven't you, Charlie? I always tell Jake so." "No, it's not my doing," said Saltash lightly. "That's the rest of the world, mon ami.
Through slang I've learned what I am. I am a born 'rotter. A girl like you can't possibly love and marry a rotter. So the rotter, having a lingering sense of decency, makes his bow and exits God knows where." Peggy, red-eyed, adrift, rudderless on a frightening sea, called her father into her bedroom at the Savoy and showed him the letter.
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