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He had completed this operation, and was thinking of putting his kettle on for tea, when there was a knock at the door. It was Baker, Jimmy Silver's fag. "Oh, Kennedy," he said, "Silver says, if you aren't doing anything special, will you go over to his study to tea?" "Why, is there anything on?"
"There are bad men in the world, Jerry," I replied coolly. "Like John Silver?" "Not precisely. Silver's only a character. This didn't really happen, you know, Jerry. It's fiction." "Fiction!" "A story, like Grimm's tales." "Oh!" His jaw dropped and he stared at me. "What a pity!" I had wanted to stir in him a knowledge of evil and chose the picturesque as being the least unpleasant.
Kitty Silver's fixed a washtub full o' suds for us." Mrs. Balche was reminded of her own cat, and went to give it a little cream. Mrs. Balche was a retired widow, without children, and too timid to like dogs; but after a suitable interval, following the loss of her husband, she accepted from a friend the gift of a white kitten, and named it Violet. It may be said that Mrs.
His face was as immobile in its wet grimness save for the smouldering glow in his eyes, and there was a low growl of half-articulate expostulation from those about him as he turned and pointed to the river. "What are you stopping for? The silver's yonder, and there's our road," he said. None of them protested.
The first time Sadie and Rosie allowed themselves to be persuaded to stay at Silver's after midnight they were rather horrified by the abandoned character of the dancing, the reckless drinking, and the fighting which resulted in several men being thrown out. The second time they were not quite so horrified, but they decided not to stay so late another time.
Once safe from observation, he threw himself into the sweetly pungent "blue- joint" and laughed and laughed. Chip's nervous system did not demand the relief of cachinnation. He went away to Silver's stall and groped blindly to the place where two luminous, green moons shone upon him in the darkness.
It was on the Monday of the third week of term that Kennedy, at Jimmy Silver's request, arranged a "friendly" between Kay's and Blackburn's. Kennedy wrote out the list and fixed it on the notice board. The match was to be played on the following afternoon.
He did not speak to him, but learned the truth from Mr. Silver, whom he forced to speak. Then he wrote the letter and let it purposely fall into Mr. Silver's hands, and by Mr. Silver it was passed on to Hubert. Freddy writes that he only wanted to hurt Hubert so that he might be laid up in bed at The Manor.
It pleased him to feel the thing grow warmer under his fingers, guaranteeing him against mischance. He did not so much as twist his head to glance out of the car window as the car passed Thirty-ninth Street. At Thirtieth Street he got off the car and walked west to Silver's place. Ninth Avenue was almost empty and, as compared with Broadway, lay in deep shadows.
He just withdrew and came again next day with his big-dog smile, quiet and persistent as a tide. Shy he was, and singularly pertinacious. Then his mother died. That seemed to Boy unfair; but as she reasoned it out he could hardly be held responsible. They knew all about it at Putnam's, because there was a paragraph in the paper about Brazil Silver's widow.
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