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Ventimore," said Mrs. Rapkin, with emphasis, "nor wouldn't. Not if his turbin was all the colours of the rainbow for I don't 'old with such. Why, there was Rapkin's own sister-in-law let her parlour floor to a Horiental a Parsee he was, or one o' them Hafrican tribes and reason she 'ad to repent of it, for all his gold spectacles! Whatever made you fancy I should let to a blackamoor?"
"An old gentleman with a grievance," thought Ventimore. "And mad into the bargain. Nice person to have staying in the same house with one!" "Know, O best of mankind," continued the stranger, "that he who now addresses thee is Fakrash-el-Aamash, one of the Green Jinn.
When Ventimore woke next morning his headache had gone, and with it the recollection of everything but the wondrous and delightful fact that Sylvia loved him and had promised to be his some day. Her mother, too, was on his side; why should he despair of anything after that?
He pointed his grey forefinger at Ventimore, whose turban and jewelled robes instantly shrivelled into cobwebs and tinder, and fluttered to the carpet in filmy shreds, leaving him in nothing but his underclothing. "That only shows what a nasty temper you're in," said Horace, blandly, "and doesn't annoy me in the least.
You mustn't mind my giving you a word of warning!" "Oh no," said Ventimore; "but I shan't give him either a Gothic castle or plenty of plate-glass. I venture to think he'll be pleased with the general idea as I'm working it out." "Let's hope so," said Beevor. "If you get into any difficulty, you know," he added, with a touch of patronage, "just you come to me." "Thanks," said Horace, "I will.
I'd all the trouble in the world to persuade him that a great gaudy gilded mummy-case was not quite the thing for a drawing-room. But, please sit down, Mr. Ventimore." "Thanks," stammered Horace, "but but I mustn't stay. If you will tell the Professor how sorry I was to miss him, and and give him back this note which he left with me to cover any deposit, I I won't interrupt you any longer."
But in all this collection of worthless curios the brass bottle was nowhere to be seen. Ventimore went in and found a youth of about thirteen straining his eyes in the fading light over one of those halfpenny humorous journals which, thanks to an improved system of education, at least eighty per cent. of our juvenile population are now enabled to appreciate. "I want to see Mr. Dilger," he began.
However, it was evidently seen, for the next moment there was a resounding blow at the front door, and a little later Jessie, the parlour-maid, announced "Mr. Fatrasher Larmash to see Mr. Ventimore," and the Jinnee stalked gravely in, with his tall hat on his head. "You are probably not aware of it, sir," said Horace, "but it is the custom here to uncover in the presence of a lady."
Ventimore, and I would far rather see her happily married than making what is called a 'grand match. Still, this really does seem rather hopeless. I am quite sure her father would never approve of it. Indeed, it must not be mentioned to him he would only be irritated." "So long as you are not against us," said Horace, "you won't forbid me to see her?" "I believe I ought to," said Mrs.
Who do you suppose is goin' to take apartments furnished in this 'ere ridic'loush style? What am I goin' to say to my landlord? It'll about ruing me, this will; and after you bein' a lodger 'ere for five year and more, and regarded by me and Maria in the light of one of the family. It's 'ard it's damned 'ard!" "Now, look here," said Ventimore, sharply for it was obvious that Mr.
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