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Updated: June 23, 2025
Old Colney seems right now and then: they 're the offspring of pirates, and they 've got the manners and tastes of their progenitors, and the trick of quarrelling everlastingly over the booty. I 'd have band-music here for a couple of hours, three days of the week at the least; and down in the East; and that forsaken North quarter of London; and the Baptist South too.
'Colney will find in the end, that he has lost his game and soured himself by never making concessions. Here's this absurd Serial it fails, of course; and then he has to say, it's because he won't tickle his English, won't enter into a "frowzy complicity" with their tastes. 'But I think of Skepsey honest creatures respect Mr. Durance, and he is always ready to help them, said Nesta.
We all can do that, I hope, for a scratch! Mr. Barmby's Profession dissented. Mr. Catkin appeared; ten minutes after his Peridon. He had met Victor near the Exchange, and had left him humming the non fu sogno of ERNANI. 'Ah, when Victor takes to Verdi, it's a flat City, and wants a burst of drum and brass, Colney said; and he hummed a few bars of the march in Attila, and shrugged.
Dartrey and Skepsey shook hands. 'And now, you fellows, you're to know, that this is one of the champions; and you take your lesson from him and thank him, Dartrey said, as he turned on his heel to strike and greet the flow from the house. 'Dartrey come! Victor, Fenellan, Colney, had him by the hand in turn.
And he was not a particularly dull fellow 'for his class and country, Colney admitted; adding: 'I hit his thought and out he came. One has, reluctantly with Victor Radnor, to grant, that when a man's topmost unspoken thought is hit, he must be sharp on his guard to keep from coming out: we have won a right to him.
Victor accused her of paying too much heed to Colney Durance's epigrams upon their friends. He quite joined with his English world in its opinion, that epigrams are poor squibs when they do not come out of great guns. Epigrams fired at a venerable nation, are surely the poorest of popgun paper pellets.
Taking Nesta's hand, on her entry into his chambers with her father, Colney Durance bowed over it and kissed it. The unusual performance had a meaning; she felt she was praised. It might be because she made herself her father's companion. 'I can't persuade him to put on a great- coat, she said.
We all can do that, I hope, for a scratch! Mr. Barmby's Profession dissented. Mr. Catkin appeared; ten minutes after his Peridon. He had met Victor near the Exchange, and had left him humming the non fu sogno of ERNANI. 'Ah, when Victor takes to Verdi, it's a flat City, and wants a burst of drum and brass, Colney said; and he hummed a few bars of the march in Attila, and shrugged.
And I can't complain; he has been a right-hand man to me over in Africa. But a man ought to have some control of his temper, especially a soldier. Dudley put emphasis into his acquiescence. 'Worse than that temper of Dartrey's, he can't forgive an injury. He bears a grudge against his country. You've heard Colney Durance abuse old England. It's three parts factitious-literary exercise.
'Across the counter of Boyle and Luckwort, the lady's chemists. I called the day before yesterday, after you were here at our last Board Meeting. 'The Themison? 'The great Dr. Themison; who kills you kindlier than most, and is much in request for it. 'There's one of your echoes of Colney! Victor cried. 'One gets dead sick of that worn-out old jibeing at doctors.
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