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Here are a few crumbs for you. And crumbs are all that a weak, silly, hypocritical fool deserves. Can you deny it?" "No doubt you're right, Fred," conceded Tetlow. "But I'm afraid I haven't the nerve." "Come in behind me. I've got nerve for two now!" At that triumphant "now" Tetlow looked curiously at his friend. "Yes, it has changed you changed you back to what you were. I don't understand."
No, he checked himself because in the manner of this frail and mouselike creature, dim though she once more was, there appeared a dignity, a reserve, that made intrusion curiously impossible. With an apologetic note in his voice a kind and friendly voice he said: "Please have your typewriter brought in here. I want you to do some work for me work that isn't to be spoken of not even to Mr. Tetlow."
"I know better. Mr. Tetlow told me." "She threw me over," repeated he coldly. "Tetlow was repeating malicious and ignorant gossip." Dorothy laughed again it was her second glass of champagne. "You say that because it's the honorable thing to say. But I know." "I say it because it's true," said he.
But when it comes to planning a move of any kind, when I assemble my lieutenants round the council board in my brain, I never permit a single cheerful one to speak, or even to enter. It's a serious, gloomy circle of faces, Bill." Tetlow nodded reminiscently. "Yes, you always were like that, Fred." "And the one who does the most talking at my council is the gloomiest of all.
Did that well-meaning ass Tetlow tell you?" "There is nothing you can say that I wish to hear," was her quiet reply. "Your eyes the edges of the lids are red. You have been crying?" She lifted her glance to his and he had the sense of a veil drawing aside to reveal a desolation. "For my father," she said. His face flushed. He looked steadily at her.
You may remember it was settled by you." Norman flung his cigarette away and stalked to the window. "Mr. Norman," pursued Tetlow, "you and I have been together many years. I esteem it my greatest honor that I am able that you permit me to class you as my friend. So I'm going to give you a confidence one that really startles me. I called on Miss Hallowell last night." Norman's back stiffened.
It is as red as rubies, but not so red as your lips, or some leach of almonds, which, lily-white though it be, is not to be compared with the teeth that shall touch it." "Odd's heart! mester steward, yo mun ha' larnt that protty speech fro' th' squoire himself," replied Dame Tetlow, laughing.
As soon as the dancers had formed a wide circle round him, a very lively tune called "Joan Sanderson," from which the dance about to be executed sometimes received its name, was struck up, and the squire, after a few preliminary flourishes, set down the cushion, and gave chase to Dame Tetlow, who, threading her way rapidly through the ring, contrived to elude him.
"I thought she was mistaken. I see that she is right." "What do you mean?" said Norman a mere inquiry, devoid of bluster or any other form of nervousness. "You know very well what I mean, Fred Norman," said Tetlow. "And you ought to be ashamed of yourself." "Don't stand there scowling and grimacing like an idiot," said Norman with an amused smile. "What do you mean?"
Workmen had recently finished putting some new water pipes, and a place for the children to drink, in the school yard, and one morning, speaking to the whole school, Mr. Tetlow made a little speech, warning the children not to play with the faucets, and spray the water about, as some had done, in fun.
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