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Batty Langton had no pity. "Stand up, you hound!" he commanded. The command was absurd, and he laughed savagely, tickled by its absurdity even in his fury, while he smote again and again. He showered blows until, between blow and blow, he caught his breath and panted. Mr. Silk's screams had sunk to blubbings and whimpers. Between the strokes he heard them.
He goes about collecting them in Shellport, I suppose, and finishes them up on the quiet." "Oh, he's a beast!" said Cusack. "And old Silk's about as bad. He doesn't care a bit what we do as long as he enjoys himself. Don't suppose he'd be down on us, do you?" "No fear! He might pot us now and then for appearances' sake, but he wouldn't report us, I guess."
"I'm going to Riddell's," said Wyndham, determined for once to stand by his colours and have nothing more to do with this tempter. Silk's face fell, as it always did when Riddell's name was mentioned. He had imagined the boy was coming to see him, and it did not please him to find himself mistaken. "Are you?" said he. "Come along to my study first, though; I want to speak to you."
"I s'pose 'e's been and asked you to the wedding?" said the sarcastic Mrs. Silk. Her son started and, turning his back on her, wound up the clock. "Yes, 'e has," he said, with a, sly grin. Mrs. Silk's eyes snapped. "Well, of all the impudence," she said, breathlessly. "Well, 'e has," said her son, hugging himself over the joke. "And, what's more, I'm going."
Of course, now I am speaking of the general run of men and women: neither the man who clerked at Cash & Silk's nor the one who pays his wife's bills in Paris, but the man in his native state of charming ignorance of materials; the man who always suggests a "gusset" as a remedy for too scant a gown, who calls insertion "tatting," and who, in setting out for the opera, will tell his wife to put on her "bonnet and shawl," although she may have on point-lace and diamonds.
After all, suspicious as it might appear, he was doing nothing wrong. And yet, what would Riddell think? The captain was pacing the Big in a moody, abstracted manner, and at first appeared not to notice either the bench or its occupants. Wyndham, as he sat and trembled in Silk's clutches, wildly hoped something might cause him to turn aside or back.
Whenever he saw a light in Silk's chambers he thrilled a little with anticipation of the pleasant hour before him, and they sat together discussing the abilities of various eminent judges and barristers.
Young Wyndham, had he only known what was in the captain's mind as he walked that afternoon across the Big, would probably have thought twice before he went such a long way round to avoid him. Silk's little piece of pantomime had not had the effect the author intended.
Before he could answer, she called to them. As they turned and walked their horses towards her she glanced at Mr. Silk, half mischievously in spite of her fierce anger. He was visibly perturbed; but his face, mottled yellow with terror, suggested loathing rather than laughter. "I am sorry to trouble you, but will you please fetch Mr. Silk's horse? He must return at once."
"What do I think of Silk? Cotton back" ... and every one laughed, feeling the intrinsic truth of the judgement. Mr. George Cooper was Mr. Joseph Silk's friend. Cooper consulted Silk on every point.
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