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It's not a thing I could or should have done or tried to do for myself." In spite of his attempted calmness his voice grew a little louder. "I want nothing but what's my own. If nothing's my own, well and good I can wait till I make it something." "But, my dear Harry !" began the discomfited Southend. Harry cut him short, breaking again into impetuous speech.
His look at Harry was a compliment. The Imp cried absolutely cried for vexation when a curt and sour note from Southend told her the issue. The blow struck down her excitement and her exultation. Away went all joy in her encounter with Mr Disney, all pride in the skill with which she had negotiated with the Prime Minister. The ending was pitiful disgusting and pitiful.
Anyhow what was proposed would create a new situation and put him in a different position toward her. In brief, he would have something more on his side. "Once he was sure the proposal was agreeable to you " murmured Lady Evenswood gently. She was still very tentative about the matter, and still watchful of Harry. But Southend was not cautious or did not read his man so well.
She exchanged a despairing glance with Southend; she could not tell whether or not he was sincere in saying that he did not understand. Southend grew weary of the diplomacy which he had advocated; after all it had turned out to be Lady Evenswood's, not his, which may have had something to do with his change of mood toward it. He took up the task with a brisk directness. "It's like this, Harry.
Iver and Southend spoke of big schemes in which they had been or were engaged together legitimate enterprises, good for the nation as well as for themselves. How had he, a useless old fogy, dared to blackball a man like Iver? An occasional droll glance from Southend emphasized his compunction. "I see you've got a new thing coming out, Neeld," said Southend, after a pause in the talk.
From her knowledge of Harry, the Imp was exactly of that opinion. But Southend was for diplomacy; indeed what pleasure is there in manœuvring schemes if they are not to be conducted with delicacy? A policy that can be defined on a postage stamp has no attraction for ingenious minds, although it is usually the most effective with a nation.
He was announced as Mr Tristram. He had just taken steps to obtain a Royal License to bear the name. Southend had chuckled again half admiringly over that. Although the room was in deep shadow and very still, and the old white-haired lady the image of peace, for Harry there too the current ran strong.
Southend discovered his pince-nez and studied her thin mobile little face. "And what have you come up for?" he asked after a pause. Mina shrugged her shoulders. "Just to see what's going on," she said. "I dare say you wonder what I've got to do with it?" His manner seemed to assent, and she indicated her position briefly. "Oh, that's it, is it? You knew the late Lady Tristram.
Her head was bent in an abashed way, and when she spoke it was in a thick, gurgling tone, only just intelligible. "There's a little lodging 'ouse at Southend, sir, where we used to go when my 'usband could afford it." "Well, look here. Get a doctor's opinion whether Southend would do; if not, which place would. And just send her away. Don't worry about the money." Experience enabled Mrs.
I rows folks out to their boats round Tilbury way, and at times I does a bit of eel fishing or maybe in summer there's a job lookin' arter the yachts at Leigh and Southend. It all comes the same to me, sir." "Do you know Cunnock Creek?" asked Tommy. "Cunnock Crick!" repeated Mr. Gow. "Why, I should think I did, sir. My cottage don't lie more than a mile from Cunnock Crick.
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