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That was her past; and they had the future before them. They had been alone together for three days, three days and three nights of happiness; and on the evening of the fourth day Tyson had found her reading yes, actually reading! He sat down opposite her to watch the curious sight. Perhaps she had said to herself: "Some day I shall be old, and very likely I shall be ugly.
Nevill Tyson that Drayton Parva had been much concerned on her account; and she asked to see the baby. The next instant she was sorry she had done so, for Tyson, who had continued to be charming, went out of the room when the baby came in. The child was laid in Mrs. Nevill Tyson's lap, and she looked at it with a gay indifference. "Isn't he a queer thing?" said she.
This "Pygmie," Tyson tells us "was brought from Angola, in Africa; but was first taken a great deal higher up the country"; its hair "was of a coal-black colour and strait," and "when it went as a quadruped on all four, 'twas awkwardly; not placing the palm of the hand flat to the ground, but it walk'd upon its knuckles, as I observed it to do when weak and had not strength enough to support its body."
One of his waiters, Phil Tyson, was one of the earlier ones to go back into the burned district to begin business and he opened a restaurant called the Del Monte in Powell street near Market, but it was too early for success and closed after a short career.
Tyson was paying the penalty of having lived the life of the senses; his brain had become their servant, and he was horrified to find that he could not command its finest faculties at pleasure. There was no disguising the detestable truth. He could attain no further. From those heights of beautiful emotion where he had disported himself lately there could be no gradual lapse into indifference.
She did not know that he was merely moved by the spirit of Henley's verse. "Take it away," she said; "I don't like the look of it." "Well, it's not a nice thing to have hanging over your head." He took it away and hung it in its old place in the dining-room. And Mrs. Nevill Tyson was content. Though there was not a sign or a hope that her beauty would be restored to her, she was content.
From Drayton parish church Thorneytoft is a long drive, and from beginning to end of it Mrs. Wilcox had never ceased talking. At last they reached home. The blinds were drawn up again in the front of the house; it was staring with all its windows. Mrs. Nevill Tyson lingered till she saw her mother half-way upstairs, then she turned into the library.
Tyson, however, was not satisfied with the honour of being the author of an important morphological work; he desired to round off his subject by considering its bearing upon the, to him, wild and fabulous tales concerning pigmy races. The various allusions to these races met with in the pages of the older writers, and discussed in his, were to him what fairy tales are to us.
Tyson, who was quite unprepared for anything so dreadful, seemed to have almost lost her wits, poor thing! I found her in the front kitchen with her apron over her head, rocking to and fro, and poor Arthur in the inner room all alone waiting in suspense. 'And who told him? He has been so hopeful. 'I did, said Catherine gently; 'they made me.
Certainly he had not improved the corduroy, but Miss Batchelor did not seem to resent it. "Can't you nurse him?" she asked. "No," said Mrs. Nevill Tyson. "I don't believe it," said Miss Batchelor to herself. "She isn't that sort. It's the clever, nervous, modern women who can't nurse their children it all runs to brains. But these little animals!
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