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Pomeroy authoritatively; "there are awful dens off the China bazaar." "Yes, the place is honeycombed with them," supplemented Shafto. "Pray, how do you know?" demanded Krauss with asperity. "Well, since you ask me I've been in one or two." "Getting copy for a book, eh? Local colour and local atmosphere." "The atmosphere was pretty foul," rejoined Shafto; "I don't attempt to write."
Good-bye and good luck, old boy," wringing his friend's hand, "I shan't forget this lunch in a hurry," and he was gone. This little break and talk of old times and warm friends gave Shafto something pleasant to think of for many days; it was like a gleam of sunshine in his grey and joyless life.
There is nothing more picturesque than a Burmese crowd." "Yes, a great show!" rejoined Shafto; "in gala costume. I can now understand why the national emblem is a peacock." As they made their way through the throng there was a clanging of melodious gongs and sounds of loud continuous chanting, whilst overhead the far-away sea breeze stirred the bells on the Ti to a silvery tinkle, tinkle.
Ye might have given her just a small sign to ease her heart but I'm thinkin' ye have a hard drop in ye." "I dare say I have," assented Shafto, "and I'm glad of it, for now and then it has prevented me from making an awful fool of myself."
At frequent intervals the carpenter had sounded the well, and reported that they were greatly gaining on the leaks. "I hope, Willy, you will still be able to write home a long yarn of our adventures," said Harry Shafto, as they stood together on the deck.
I would be main sorry to see you mixed up with one of these young devils for I know you are a straight-living gentleman." "There is not the smallest chance of my being what you call 'mixed up' with any young devil," said Shafto in a sulky voice. "As for Ma Chit she is not the sort you suppose." "Oh, may be not," rejoined the pongye in a dubious tone.
The conversation at "Heidelberg" interrupted by Lily had been resumed on a suitable occasion in the gardens of the "Barn," and Sophy and Shafto were now provisionally engaged. "I'm a wretched match for you, Sophy," he declared; "I don't believe your mother will allow it. I've no prospects." "Never mind prospects," was her reckless reply. "We shall have enough to live on.
"You say Friday is a holiday in your office, Shafto," he remarked one evening; "how would you like to come for a prowl, and see what we can find in the Caledonian Market? It's an out-of-the-way place, where once a week all manner of rubbish is shot, and now and then you pick up a really staggering bargain." "What's that?" inquired Shafto.
She liked to impress Levison and other with highly-coloured reminiscences of her grand acquaintances; even the Tremenheeres with whom she had quarrelled so bitterly were dragged in and shown off as intimates. More than once Shafto had felt his face burn, as exaggerations and glorifications were unfolded in his parent's far-carrying and assertive treble. Besides Mr.
He saw Nora was running, crying out that Hippy had returned. "Hooray! Meet me with food!" shouted Hippy. "I've been living on iron rations for two days because bears ate up our fresh stuff and tried to eat the mess kits too. Hulloa, Tom!" "What luck?" asked Tom, after shaking hands. "The best. We have met the enemy and he's 'ourn, as Mother Shafto would say.
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