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Gimpson was of the same opinion, and in some haste she reeled off the events of the evening. She had a good memory, and no detail was lost. "Strange, strange," said the venerable Mr. Silver, when he had finished. "He is an ingenious man." "Isn't it true?" inquired his listener. "He says he can prove it. And he is going to find out what you meant by saying you were afraid of making mischief."
Boxer, starting up; "I've 'ad about enough o' this. Why don't you speak out what you mean? I'll mischief 'im, the old humbug. Old rascal." "Never mind, John," said his wife, laying her hand upon his arm. "Here you are safe and sound, and as for old Mr. Silver, there's a lot o' people don't believe in him." "Ah! they don't want to," said Mrs. Gimpson, obstinately.
Boxer, starting up; "I've 'ad about enough o' this. Why don't you speak out what you mean? I'll mischief 'im, the old humbug. Old rascal." "Never mind, John," said his wife, laying her hand upon his arm. "Here you are safe and sound, and as for old Mr. Silver, there's a lot o' people don't believe in him." "Ah! they don't want to," said Mrs. Gimpson, obstinately.
"But you couldn't. Why, you didn't marry me till eighteen ninety-four." "What's that got to do with it?" inquired the monster, calmly. Mrs. Boxer, pale as ashes, rose from her seat and stood gazing at him with horror-struck eyes, trying in vain to speak. "You villain!" cried Mrs. Gimpson, violently. "I always distrusted you." Gimpson, violently. "I know you did," said Mr. Boxer, calmly.
He leaned back in his chair and regarded with intense satisfaction the horrified faces of the group in front. "You you'll go to jail for this," cried Mrs. Gimpson, breathlessly. "What is your first wife's address?" "I decline to answer that question," said her son-in-law. "What is your first wife's address?" repeated Mrs. Gimpson. "Ask the fortune-teller," said Mr.
"Ah! you ought to have seen that island. Beautiful yellow sands and palm-trees; cocoa-nuts to be 'ad for the picking, and nothing to do all day but lay about in the sun and swim in the sea." "Any public-'ouses there?" inquired Mrs. Gimpson. "Cert'nly not," said her son-in-law. "This was an island one o' the little islands in the South Pacific Ocean."
"He can prove some of it," said the old man, his eyes snapping spitefully. "I can guarantee that." "But it wouldn't have made mischief if you had told us that," ventured Mrs. Gimpson. "A man can't help being cast away." "True," said the astrologer, slowly; "true. But let them come and question me; and whatever you do, for your own sake don't let a soul know that you have been here.
Silver's abode the party had regained its decorum, and, except for a tremendous shudder on the part of Mr. Boxer as his gaze fell on a couple of skulls which decorated the magician's table, their behaviour left nothing to be desired. Mrs. Gimpson, in a few awkward words, announced the occasion of their visit. Mr. Boxer she introduced as a friend of the family from London.
It would be too much of a show-up for 'im." "It's no good your trying to aggravate me, John Boxer, because you can't do it," said Mrs. Gimpson, in a voice trembling with passion. "O' course, if people like being deceived they must be," said Mr. Boxer; "we've all got to live, and if we'd all got our common sense fortune- tellers couldn't.
"You'd better leave well alone," said Mrs. Gimpson. Mr. Boxer shook his head. "I was always one for a bit o' fun," he said, slowly. "I want to see his face when he finds out who I am." Mrs.
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