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A silence of several minutes succeeded their first short dialogue; it was broken by Thorpe's saying very abruptly, "Old Allen is as rich as a Jew is not he?" Catherine did not understand him and he repeated his question, adding in explanation, "Old Allen, the man you are with." "Oh! Mr. Allen, you mean. Yes, I believe, he is very rich." "And no children at all?" "No not any."
Phil had jumped at the opportunity for a taste of practical survey work, and with Thorpe's assistance the matter had been arranged readily and he had left the same night to join the Rutland party out the line.
The barrier slowly rising between them was not yet cemented by lack of affection on either side, but rather by lack of belief in the other's affection. Helen imagined Thorpe's interest in her becoming daily more perfunctory. Thorpe fancied his sister cold, unreasoning, and ungrateful. As yet this was but the vague dust of a cloud.
She breathed easier. "And will you confine your appeals to me?" "What do you mean?" "I thought you might take it into your head to appeal to Mr. Thorpe's honour, decency, self-respect and love for you," she said, sullenly. "He is quite as guilty as I, remember." "He has quite a different object in view. He seems to feel that he is doing me a good turn, not an evil one." "Bosh!" She was angry.
Clearly, he must act now, or let the opportunity slip by perhaps for ever. He heard Thorpe's voice in his ear, but this time it was no mere whisper, but a plain human voice, speaking out loud. "Now!" it said. "Do it now!" The room was empty. Only the Manager and himself were in it. Jones turned from his desk where he had been standing, and locked the door leading into the main office.
Prosperity had visibly liberalized and enheartened him. He shook Thorpe's hand again. "Yes, sir it must have been all through you!" he repeated. "I got my cable three weeks ago 'Hasten to London, urgent business, expenses and liberal fee guaranteed, Rubber Consols' that's what the cable said, that is, the first one and of course you're the man that introduced me to those rubber people.
Thorpe's method of religiously educating his son, at six years old, by making him attend a church service of two hours in length; as, also, of the manner in which he sought to drill the child into premature discipline by dint of Sabbath restrictions and Select Bible Texts. When that child grew to a boy, and when the boy developed to a young man, Mr.
A few minutes after Braden Thorpe's departure from the Tresslyn drawing- room, young George entered the house and stamped upstairs to his combination bed-chamber and sitting-room on the top floor. He always went upstairs three steps at a time, as if in a hurry to have it over with. He had a room at the top of the house because he couldn't afford one lower down.
The body had been removed from the room in which it had been found, and the bed was dismantled. When inside the apartment, he turned to me calmly, saying: "There seems something in Thorpe's theory regarding that fellow Short, after all." "If he has really absconded, it is an admission of guilt," I remarked. "Most certainly," he replied.
You'll—what's the matter?" He broke off suddenly with this sharp question. A marked pallor had come over Thorpe's sunburnt face. "Nothing—nothing at all," muttered the other. "The heat up there in the woods—" "You must look out for that, old boy," said Simmy anxiously. "Go slow. You're only a city feller, as they'd say up here. What a God-forsaken place it is!
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