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Norah, of course, thought Mr. Spillikins a wonderful player. She was glad in fact, it suited them both when he beat her six to nothing. She didn't know and didn't care that there was no one else in the world that Mr. Spillikins could beat like that. Once he even said to her. "By Gad! you don't play half a bad game, you know. I think you know, with practice you'd come on quite a lot."
Spillikins with wide eyes, and when she looked at him she saw all at once such wonderful things about him as nobody had ever seen before. For she could see from the poise of his head how awfully clever he was; and from the way he stood with his hands in his side pockets she could see how manly and brave he must be; and of course there was firmness and strength written all over him.
Spillikins, in spite of his large and bulging blue eyes, enjoyed the heavenly gift of short sight. As a consequence he lived in a world of amazingly beautiful women. And as his mind was focused in the same way as his eyes he endowed them with all the virtues and graces which ought to adhere to fifty-dollar flowered hats and cerise parasols with ivory handles. Nor, to do him justice, did Mr.
Before they came back, the dusk had grown to darkness, and they had redynamited half the estate. During all of which time Mr. Spillikins sat with Norah on the piazza. He talked and she listened. He told her, for instance, all about his terrific experiences in the oil business, and about his exciting career at college; or presently they went indoors and Norah played the piano and Mr.
Spillikins. "He did," said Mr. Fyshe. "There ought to be a criminal law for that sort of thing." "I say!" exclaimed Mr. Spillikins, "they ought to go to jail for a thing like that." "And the infernal insolence of them," Mr. Fyshe continued. He refused it!" "Refused it," gasped Mr. Spillikins, "I say!"
Spillikins; "it must be dangerous work eh? I wonder you aren't afraid of it." "One simply gets used to it, that's all," said Newberry, shrugging his shoulders; "but of course it is dangerous. I blew up two Italians on the last job." He paused a minute and added musingly, "Hardy fellows, the Italians. I prefer them to any other people for blasting." "Did you blow them up yourself?" asked Mr.
Now as this story began with the information that Mrs. Everleigh is at present Mrs. Everleigh-Spillikins, there is no need to pursue in detail the stages of Mr. Spillikins's wooing. Its course was swift and happy. Mr. Spillikins, having seen the back of Mrs.
Spillikins up to the point of which we are speaking had hitherto not been very satisfactory, or at least not from the point of view of Mr. Boulder, who was his uncle and trustee. Mr. Boulder's first idea had been to have Mr. Spillikins attend the university. Dr.
Don't you know that we've got the Ashes and the Golf Championship, and the Wibbley-wob Championship, and the Spiropole, Spillikins, Puff-Feather, and Animal Grab Championships? Has it come to your notice that our croquet pair beat America last Thursday by eight hoops? Did you happen to hear that we won the Hop-skip-and-jump at the last Olympic Games? You've been out in the woods, old sport."
"Spillikins?" cried his companions, somewhat surprised. "Yes, Spillikins! These rocks, these blocks, these peaks, these streaks, these cones, these cracks, these ramparts, these escarpments, what are they but a set of spillikins, though I acknowledge on a grand scale? I wish I had a little hook to pull them one by one!" "Oh, do be serious, Ardan!" cried Barbican, a little impatiently.
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