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Hadn't I had the effect rather of diminishing the lustre of the article than of adding to my own? Her ladyship was subject to the most extraordinary drops. It didn't matter; the only effect I cared about was the one it would have on Vereker up there by his bedroom fire.
"I wouldn't bother," he said, "if the little chap wasn't so plucky about it." "Quite so, sir," said young Vereker. It was young Mr. Vereker who found Jane, who eventually recaptured her. Young Mr. Vereker made himself glorious by climbing up, at the risk of his neck and in his new white flannels, into the high branches of the tree of Heaven, to bring Jane down.
All I pretend is that the author doesn't see " But a dish was at this point passed over his shoulder, and we had to wait while he helped himself. "Doesn't see what?" my neighbour continued. "Doesn't see anything." "Dear me how very stupid!" "Not a bit," Vereker laughed main. "Nobody does." The lady on his further side appealed to him, and Miss Poyle sank back to myself.
If I returned on several occasions to the little house in Chelsea I daresay it was as much for news of Vereker as for news of Miss Erme's mamma. The hours spent there by Corvick were present to my fancy as those of a chessplayer bent with a silent scowl, all the lamplit winter, over his board and his moves. As my imagination filled it out the picture held me fast.
"The way I've carried it out is the thing in life I think a bit well of myself for." I had a pause. "Don't you think you ought just a trifle to assist the critic?" "Assist him? What else have I done with every stroke of my pen? I've shouted my intention in his great blank face!" At this, laughing out again, Vereker laid his hand on my shoulder to show the allusion wasn't to my personal appearance.
Nicky lay in the big bed with Jane on one side of him and his steam-engine on the other, and a bag of hot salt against each ear. Now and then a thin wall of sleep slid between him and his earache. Frances sat by the open window and looked out into the garden where Anthony and Norris played, quietly yet fiercely, against Vereker and Parsons.
She supposed it was the Highland blood in both of them. Mrs. Vereker on her right expressed the hope that Mr. Bartholomew was better. Frances said he never would be better till chemists were forbidden to advertise and the British Medical Journal and The Lancet were suppressed. Bartie would read them; and they supplied him with all sorts of extraordinary diseases.
She do be well, sir, I 'ope, an' comin' home to the great house soon, Mr. Anthony?" "Thank you, yes, Mary," answered Anthony, baring his head and giving her his hand, "we shall be coming home next week. And here, George and Mary, is my friend Mr. Vereker. His horse has cast a shoe, send it to Joe at Hadlow to be shod. Meanwhile we will drink a flagon of your October."
"Damn the cat!" said Anthony to himself. He was distressed, irritated, absurdly upset, because he would have to go back to Nicky without Jane, because he couldn't get Nicky what he wanted. In that moment Anthony loved Nicky more than any of them. He loved him almost more than Frances. Nicky's earache ruined the fine day. He confided in young Vereker.
"And to think," said Jessamy, as we walked on side by side, "to think as 'Firebrand Vereker' is your uncle not to mention Sir George, as once fou't ten rounds wi' 'Buck Vibart'! To think " "Mighty fine gentlemen, ain't they, Jess?" enquired Diana, with a toss of her shapely head. "Of the finest, Ann! Honoured by all, from the Prince down. And to think as Mr. Vereker here "
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