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'Tis that good-for-nought weasel of a slieveen Tishy's after conthrivin' it on me, I well know, and bad luck to her," quoth the old man, with a sudden spasm of resentment. "Tom 'ud never play such a thrick I mane it wasn't he invinted the joke; he doesn't throuble himself wid much jokin'; he's too sinsible, and steady, and perspicuous, and oncommon set on me and the child, all the while.
Tishy's colour deepened; she remembered instantly what she was meant to remember. "You're regretting the choice you made, are you?" she said, with a toss of her head. "Never fear! The buckles will be there when they're wanted!" "Don't trouble about them!" says Larry, tremendously pleased with his success as a flirtatious man of the world; "I don't think they will be required!"
Tishy's figure showed the confidence of objects consecrated by publicity; bodily speaking a beautiful human plant, it might have taken the last November gale to account for the completeness with which, in some quarters, she had shed her leaves.
"Maybe you didn't hear he's got the Coppinger's Court Agency? Young Coppinger offered it to him yesterday." "It's a good thing it's out of Talbot-Lowry's hands anyhow," growled Father Sweeny. "Larry's up at my house every day now, about a concert they're to have," went on the Doctor, tranquilly. "Tishy's helping him. He's very fond of music.
He pictured to himself a meeting with Christian, all in the clouds, of course; he told himself he had no wish to meet her, nor, if he did, was he at all likely to discuss the matter with her; still he thought that he would rather enjoy telling her that he had acknowledged his engagement with Tishy, to Tishy's father, in the very same words in which she, Christian, had broken hers with him.
She took Nanda's parasol and held it as if a more delicate thing much than any one of hers she simply liked to have it. "Her clothes at your age at least must have been hideous. Was it at the place he took you to that he gave you tea?" she then went on. "Yes, at the Museum. We had an orgy in the refreshment-room. But he took me afterwards to Tishy's, where we had another." "He went IN with you?"
Brook's eyes had, on Tishy's passing away, taken the same course as Vanderbank's, whom she had visibly not neglected moreover while the pair stood there. "I give you Carrie, as you know, and I throw Mr. Cashmore in; but I'm lost in admiration to-night, as I always have been, of the way Tishy makes her ugliness serve.
Scarcely since when was it? the end of January, that night of Tishy's dinner." "Yes, that awful night." "Awful, you call it?" "Awful." "Well, the time without you," Mrs. Brook returned, "has been so bad that I'm afraid I've lost the impression of anything before." Then she offered the tea to his choice. "WILL you have it upstairs?" He received the cup. "Yes, and here too."
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