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Updated: June 23, 2025
Lionel was married, and had three children two girls and a boy: 'has, I should say, for I imagine they're all alive the widow, too. I don't know where they are. The lawyers merely speak of my five thousand as a legacy; they say nothing of the rest of the will." "That's queer." The Rector reached for his tobacco-jar. "Eh? You mean my not knowing the whereabouts of the family?
I can show ye something in the way of teak panels, says I: and you came. That's how it began," wound up Cai, staring hard at the tobacco-jar, for to tell the truth a faint mist obscured his vision. 'Bias, too, was staring hard, down upon the hearth-rug between his feet. "Ay; an' from that day to this never a question atween us we couldn' settle by the toss of a coin."
The fatal defect of the smoking-table, however, was that it was generally rolling about the floor the stalk in one corner, the slabs here and there, the cigars on the rug to be trampled on, the lid of the tobacco-jar beneath a chair. Every morning William John had to put the table together. Sometimes I had knocked it over accidentally.
The tobacco-jar did as it was ordered. Mr. Maydig started violently at the change, and stood looking from the thaumaturgist to the bowl of flowers. He said nothing. Presently he ventured to lean over the table and smell the violets; they were fresh-picked and very fine ones. Then he stared at Mr. Fotheringay again. "How did you do that?" he asked. Mr. Fotheringay pulled his moustache.
"But I do mind ye. . . . See here now, Cai," he resumed after a short pause, "we've known one another let me see how long?" "Seventeen years, come the twenty-first of November next," quickly responded Cai, fumbling at the tobacco-jar. "In Rotterdam, if you'll remember our vessels lyin' alongside. 'Hullo! says you." "Far as I remember, you asked me aboard." "Yes.
I rang for him when I had tied up all my treasures in brown paper, and I told him to give the tobacco-jar to Jimmy, Romulus to Marriot, Remus to Gilray, and the pouch to Scrymgeour. William John bore up till I came to the pouch, when he fairly blubbered. I had to hurry into my bedroom, but I mean to do something yet for William John.
"If I might make free with something here, I think I might show you by a sort of experiment," said Mr. Fotheringay. "Now, take that tobacco-jar on the table, for instance. What I want to know is whether what I am going to do with it is a miracle or not. Just half a minute, Mr. Maydig, please." He knitted his brows, pointed to the tobacco-jar and said: "Be a bowl of vi'lets."
Behind their chairs a table was set out with decanters and glasses, a tobacco-jar and cigar-boxes: clearly he had interrupted a symposium of a friendly and social sort. The visitor's eyes went straight to the obvious master of the house, a big, heavily-built, massive-framed man of sixty or thereabouts, who sat in state on the right-hand side of the hearth.
General Bryant had not spoken to the colonel for two months after that, and his son Shelley had proved his superiority by going off to Kansas City and taking a job reading gas-meters. Colonel Price went to the mantel and filled his pipe from the tobacco-jar. He sat smoking for a little while, his paper on his knee.
When the meal was finished and our glasses had been filled with port, Higgs helped himself to water, lit the large meerschaum pipe he always smokes, and pushed round the tobacco-jar which had once served as a sepulchural urn for the heart of an old Egyptian. "Now, Adams," he said when we also had filled our pipes, "tell us what has brought you back from the Shades.
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