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'Don't you remember old Fuge that kept the Blue Bell at Cauldon? 'What? Simple Simon? 'Yes. Well, his son. 'Oh! I remember. He ran away from home once, didn't he, and his mother had a port-wine stain on her left cheek? Oh, of course. I remember him perfectly. He came down to the Five Towns some years ago for his aunt's funeral. So he's dead. Who told you? 'Mr Loring.
At the further end two women were seated close together in conversation, and I distinctly heard the name 'Fuge'. One of them was Mrs Brindley, in a hat. The other, a very big and stout woman, in an elaborate crimson garment that resembled a teagown, rose and came to meet me with extended hand. 'My wife Mr Loring, said Mr Oliver Colclough.
'By the way, said Mr Brindley, 'you used to know Simon Fuge, didn't you? 'Old Simon Fuge! said Miss Brett. 'Yes; after the brewery company took the Blue Bell at Cauldon over from him, I used to be there. He would come in sometimes. Such a nice queer old man! 'I mean the son, said Mr Brindley. 'Oh yes, she answered.
There were tears in her reddened eyes. I felt very awkward, and I think that Mr Brindley also felt awkward. But I was glad. Those moist eyes caused me a thrill. There was after all some humanity in Miss Annie Brett. Yes, she had after all floated on the bosom of the lake with Simon Fuge. The least romantic of persons, she had yet felt romance.
On the other hand, I had not expected the banal, the perfectly commonplace. And I think that Miss Annie Brett was the most banal person that it has pleased Fate to send into my life. I knew that instantly. She was a condemnation of Simon Fuge. SHE, one of the 'wonderful creatures who had played so large a part' in the career of Simon Fuge! Sapristi!
An inscription, which in accordance with the custom of the monastery he had written above his door, impressed and touched me; all the precepts of the life that I had meant to lead were there, summed up in three Latin words Fuge, late, tace." Genestas bent his head as if he understood. "My decision was made," Benassis resumed.
We'll go back to our books oh! you have never left them; but I, poor sinner that I am ! Give me my Dante, and let me feel him between my hands! Where is Virgil? Heu! fuge crudeles terras, fuge litus avarum. Is it quoted right? Is it apropos? 'Savonarola's word of fate. 'Then mine too! How have you been so patient with me? A London season and I still have Homer to read!
I am not on the press, but it happens that I know the world. Of all the obituary notices of Simon Fuge, the Gazette's was the first. Somehow the Gazette had obtained exclusive news of the little event, and some one high up on the Gazette's staff had a very exalted notion indeed of Fuge, and must have known him personally. Fuge received his deserts as a painter in that column of print.
Much fish was salted and cured there; but I know not on what ground Kaltwasser concludes that the word 'Malach' means Salt. See the Lives of Marius and Sertorius. Sulla lauded in Italy B.C. 83. Sicinius was Tribunus Plebis B.C. 76. The Roman proverb to which Plutarch alludes occurs in Horatius, 1 Sat. 4. 34: "Foenum habet in cornu, longe fuge."
Simon Fuge was relinquished; he dropped like a stone into the pool of forgetfulness. And yet, strange as it seems, she was assuredly not sincere in the expression of her views on the question of barmaids. She held no real views. She merely persuaded herself that she held them.
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