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Tishy continued to hold his other hand; he felt as if he should fall if she relinquished it. "Well, I suppose I may draw my own conclusions from what I see?" went on the Big Doctor, in a voice that oozed fatherliness at every syllable. "Eh, Larry?" Larry swayed a little; his yellow hair was ruffled, his blue eyes shone, he looked like a child who had just been awakened.
"The five shillin's," said the widow. "Och but that one's a caution." "Rael hard-workin' and industhrious she is," observed Andy. Tom resumed his narrative: "'Them two'll do as well inside as out, sez Tishy. 'I'll just be countin' the bit of silver, sez she. But bedad I was fairly past me patience, and up I leps, and I grabbed a hould of the little bag.
Direct your energies," she pursued while Mitchy obeyed her, "as much as possible, please, against our uncanny chill. Pile on the fire and close up the ranks; this WAS our best hour, you know and all the more that Tishy, I see, is getting rid of her superfluities. Here comes back old Van," she wound up, "vanquished, I judge, in the attempt to divert Nanda from her prey.
"He's 'recapturing' it all right, eh?" The much-quoted quotation passed by Tishy as the idle wind. Even had she recognised the allusion, she would have considered the professional raptures of a blackbird a rather dull subject of conversation. The gallants of Cluhir did not deal in such matters in tête
They were entertained by the rest, by Effie and Tishy, who was allowed to sit up a little, and by Mademoiselle Bourde, who besought every visitor to indicate her a remedy that was really effective against the sea some charm, some philter, some potion or spell.
He wished he hadn't given in to this High Nuptial Mass business, and a big wedding, and all the rest of it, but the Doctor and Tishy were dead keen on it, and he had been sat on. He and Tishy were going to London, and if this gale lasted, they would have a devil of a crossing. He wondered if Tishy were a good sailor. He wasn't, anyhow.
He wished that Tishy would not call him by his name every time she spoke to him; that she would not speak so loud; that this eternal jog to the covert would end before the Day of Judgment; finally, that he had stayed at home. He saw the red-headed Cloherty, and, failing more congenial society, joined him.
"I would, I promise you, if I could get at her! But isn't that woman always with her?" Mrs. Brookenham smoothed the little embroidered tea-cloth. "Do you call Tishy Grendon a woman?" Again the Duchess had one of her pauses, which were indeed so frequent in her talks with this intimate that an auditor could sometimes wonder what particular form of relief they represented.
And the only thing I've come across that she CAN'T explain," Tishy bunched straight at her friend, "is what on earth she's doing there." "Why she's working Mr. Longdon, like a good fine girl," Harold said; "like a good true daughter and even, though she doesn't love me nearly so much as I love HER, I will say, like a good true sister.
He crossed the open space of floor to where she was seated on the blue rep sofa, took off the dunce's cap with a flourish, and, with a low bow, offered her his arm. A chorus of approval, weighted by the Big Doctor's big laugh, greeted the action. Tishy, cornered, accepted the arm, the door was swung open for them, and ostentatiously slammed behind them.
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