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Van Torp, because the Greek had been partly brought up in England and had been taught what one might and might not say to a 'nice English girl. Margaret now reflected that since the day she had set foot upon the stage of the Opera she had apparently ceased to be a 'nice English girl' in the eyes of men of the world.
If we were intended to be as transparent as glass, why were we born with our thoughts concealed? If we ventured to show ourselves as we really are, we should be either hermits, each dwelling on his own mountain-top, or criminals down in the valleys. Torp has gone to evening service. Angelic creature! She has taken a lantern with her, therefore we shall probably not see her again before midnight.
Such close economy was to be expected from a millionaire, travelling incognito; what was more surprising was that, when the cab stopped before a door in Hare Court and Mr. Van Torp received his valise from the roof of the vehicle, he gave the man half-a-crown, and said it was 'all right.
'You must be right, Margaret answered. She remembered the last words of the girl who had died in the manager's room at the theatre. There had been a secret. The secret was that Mr. Van Torp had done the thing, whatever it was. She had probably not known what she was saying, but it had been on her mind to say that Mr. Van Torp had done it, the man she was to have married.
Bamberger made by jingling sovereigns in his waistcoat pocket; there was nothing to do but to go away, and Mr. Bamberger went out very much annoyed and perplexed. He knew Van Torp well, or believed that he did, and it was like the man whose genius had created the Nickel Trust to have boldly sequestrated his enemy's chief instrument, and in such a clever way as to make it probable that Mr.
Let us be grateful things are as they are, said the Nilghai. 'Let us rather reverently consider whether Torp's three-cornered ministrations are exactly what Dick needs just now. What do you think yourself, Torp? 'I know they aren't. But what can I do? 'Lay the matter before the board. We are all Dick's friends here. You've been most in his life. 'But I picked it up when he was off his head.
This is a bad world, as we all know, and it is made so by a good many varieties of bad people. As Mr. Van Torp had said to Logotheti, 'different kinds of cats have different kinds of ways, and the various classes of criminals are pursued by various classes of detectives.
On the contrary, she smiled quite frankly, and the sweet ripple was in her voice, the ripple that drove some men almost crazy. 'You needn't make such a fuss, she said. 'It's quite absurd, you know. Mr. Van Torp is an old friend of mine, and you have known him ever so long, and he is a man of business. You are, are you not? she asked, looking to the American for assent.
'You knew how anxious I was! 'Well, replied Mr. Van Torp, dwelling long on the syllable, 'I did tell you it was all right anyhow, whatever they did, and I thought maybe you'd accept the statement. The man I spent that evening with is a public man, and he mightn't exactly think our interview was anybody else's business, might he? 'And you say you never keep a secret!
'Torp Towers, Griggs observed, with a smile. 'Yes. I could hardly help laughing when he told me he had changed its name. 'It's worth seeing, said Griggs. 'A big old house, all full of other people's ghosts. 'Ghosts? 'I mean figuratively. It's full of things that remind one of the people who lived there. It has one of the oldest parks in England.
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