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Dick was conscious that somebody had cut him violently across his helmet, that he had fired his revolver into a black, foam-flecked face which forthwith ceased to bear any resemblance to a face, and that Torpenhow had gone down under an Arab whom he had tried to 'collar low, and was turning over and over with his captive, feeling for the man's eyes.
The man on the redoubt sat swinging his legs and murmuring, 'I knew the chance would come, sooner or later. By Gad, they'll have to sweat for it if I come through this business alive! In the evening Torpenhow was able to announce to his friend that the Central Southern Agency was willing to take him on trial, paying expenses for three months. 'And, by the way, what's your name? said Torpenhow.
Heaven send us patience with a man in love! he said to himself. But never a word did Dick say of Maisie or marriage. He hung in the doorway of Torpenhow's room when the latter was packing and asked innumerable questions about the coming campaign, till Torpenhow began to feel annoyed. 'You're a secretive animal, Dickie, and you consume your own smoke, don't you? he said on the last evening.
Dick poked and patted the stuff for a few minutes, and, 'Is it like anything in the world? he said drearily. 'Take it away. I may get the touch of the blind in fifty years. Do you know where Torpenhow has gone? The Nilghai knew nothing. 'We're staying in his rooms till he comes back. Can we do anything for you? 'I'd like to be left alone, please. Don't think I'm ungrateful; but I'm best alone.
Torpenhow? she inquired at last. 'He has gone away to the desert. 'Where's that? Dick pointed to the right. 'East out of the mouth of the river, said he. 'Then west, then south, and then east again, all along the under-side of Europe.
But many die before they attain to this degree, and the past-masters in the craft appear for the most part in dress-clothes when they are in England, and thus their glory is hidden from the multitude. Dick followed Torpenhow wherever the latter's fancy chose to lead him, and between the two they managed to accomplish some work that almost satisfied themselves.
'Because I've nothing except these things and my painting duds. Besides, I wanted to do honour to the sea. 'Did She make you feel restless? asked the Nilghai, keenly. 'Crazy. Don't speak of it. I'm sorry I went. Torpenhow and the Nilghai exchanged a look as Dick, stooping, busied himself among the former's boots and trees.
'Dick, it is of common report that you are suffering from swelled head. 'Halloo, Nilghai. Back again? How are the Balkans and all the little Balkans? One side of your face is out of drawing, as usual. 'Never mind that. I am commissioned to smite you in print. Torpenhow refuses from false delicacy. I've been overhauling the pot-boilers in your studio. They are simply disgraceful.
'Be hanged, then; you probably will be, for a spy, by excited Turks. Heigh-ho! I'm weary, dead weary, and virtue has gone out of me. Dick dropped into a chair, and was fast asleep in a minute. 'That's a bad sign, said the Nilghai, in an undertone. Torpenhow picked the pipe from the waistcoat where it was beginning to burn, and put a pillow behind the head.
Dick Heldar is my best friend, and and the fact is that he has gone blind. 'Blind! said Maisie, stupidly. 'He can't be blind. 'He has been stone-blind for nearly two months. Maisie lifted up her face, and it was pearly white. 'No! No! Not blind! I won't have him blind! 'Would you care to see for yourself? said Torpenhow. 'Now, at once? 'Oh, no!
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