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But I've none the less a crow to pick with you." Mr. Longdon returned her look, but returned it somehow to Van. "You frighten me, you know, out of my wits." "I do?" said Vanderbank. Mr. Longdon just hesitated. "Yes." "It must be the sacred terror," Mrs. Brook suggested to Van, "that Mitchy so often speaks of. I'M not trying with you," she went on to Mr.
It's like the high Alps." Then with his hand out again he added: "Have you any plans yourself?" So many, it might have seemed, that she had no time to take for thinking of them. "I dare say I shall be away a good deal." He candidly wondered. "With Mr. Longdon?" "Yes with him most." He had another pause. "Really for a long time?" "A long long one, I hope." "Your mother's willing again?"
In this affair evidence was led to prove a story as common as that of 'levitation' namely, the mysterious throwing or falling of stones in a haunted house, or around the person of a patient bewitched. Cardan is expansive about this manifestation. The patient was Mary Longdon, the witch was Florence Newton of Youghal.
Longdon now got to his feet and somewhat stiffly remained; after which, for all answer, "You say you WILL come then?" he asked. Then as seemingly with her last thought she kept silent: "You understand clearly, I take it, that this time it's never again to leave me or to BE left." "I understand," she presently replied. "Never again. That," she continued, "is why I asked you for these days."
Longdon sociably said: he had joined his young friend with a budget of impressions rapidly gathered at the house; as to which his appeal to her for a light or two may be taken as the measure of the confidence now ruling their relations. He had come to feel at last, he mentioned, that he could allow for most differences; yet in such a situation as the present bewilderment could only come back.
Longdon, who, without his glasses, stared straight at the floor while Mr. Cashmore talked to him. She pursued, however, dispassionately enough: "He must be of a narrowness !" "Oh beautiful!" She was silent again. "I shall broaden him. YOU won't." "Heaven forbid!" Vanderbank heartily concurred. "But none the less, as I've said, I'll help you." Her attention was still fixed.
Vanderbank took all this in, only wishing to show wishing by this time quite tenderly that he even read into it deeply enough all the unsaid. He filled out another of his friend's gaps. "And here you are." Then he invited Mr. Longdon himself to make the stride. "Well, you'll be a great success." "What do you mean by that?"
Longdon's silence appeared to reply that he was willing to let it go for that, and the young man next went on: "What it comes to then as you put it is that it's a way for me to add something handsome to my income." Mr. Longdon sat for a little with his eyes attached to the green field of the billiard-table, vivid in the spreading suspended lamplight.
Vanderbank pleasantly wondered while his foot kept up its motion. "To feel." She continued to handle the cigarette-case, without, however, having profited by its contents. "I don't think that as regards Mr. Longdon and me you know quite so much as you suppose." Vanderbank laughed and smoked. "I take for granted he tells me everything." "Ah but you scarcely take for granted I do!"
"Told you she's as beautiful as her grandmother?" Mr. Longdon turned it over. "Well, that she has just Lady Julia's expression. She absolutely HAS it I see it here." He was delightfully positive. "She's much more like the dead than like the living." Vanderbank saw in this too many deep things not to follow them up.
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