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The first was to set out upon his grand tour of the world with as little delay as possible, to shut up this Finacue Street establishment for a long time, and get rid of the soul-destroying perfections of Merkle. The second was to end his ill-advised intimacy with little Mrs. Skelmersdale as generously and cheerfully as possible.
It had an admirable study, in which she had arranged not only his books, but a number of others in beautiful old leather bindings that it had amused her extremely to buy; it had a splendid bureau and business-like letter-filing cabinets, a neat little drawing-room and a dining-room, well-placed abundant electric lights, and a man called Merkle whom she had selected very carefully and who she felt would not only see to Benham's comfort but keep him, if necessary, up to the mark.
I believe there is an effort on foot to get some of Mr. Hammon's money dishonestly. I have a reason for wishing to prevent it." "I knew I wasn't mistaken in you," smiled Merkle. "Oh, don't attribute my actions to any high moral motives! I'm getting a little rusty on right and wrong. Personally, I have no sympathy with Mr.
At Sixty-seventh Street he wheeled into the sunken causeway that links the East and West sides. Once in the shadows, Merkle leaned from the door, crying softly, "Faster! Faster!" Bob whipped up, the horse cantered, the cab reeled and bounced over the cobblestones, rocking the wounded man pitifully.
He went to bed, feeling dog-tired, he went to bed at an hour and with a finished completeness that Merkle would have regarded as entirely becoming in a young gentleman of his position. And a little past three o'clock in the morning he awoke to a mood of indescribable desolation. He awoke with a start to an agony of remorse and self-reproach.
I dare say they'll hear about this supper, which won't improve conditions at home. Now, we both had to come to this Oriental orgy, and, since neither of us enjoys it, let's be natural, at least. I haven't slept lately, and I'm not patient enough to be polite." "It's a bargain. I'll try to be as disagreeable as you are," said Lorelei; and Mr. Merkle signified his prompt acquiescence.
Hannibal Wharton had changed his seat, and, regardless of the dancer, began a conversation with Merkle. After a time Lorelei heard him say: "It cost me five thousand dollars to pay for the damage those boys did. They threatened to jail Bob, but of course I couldn't allow that." "I remember. That was five years ago, and Bob hasn't changed a whit. I think he's a menace to society."
If our friend Miss Lynn had set out to ruin Jarvis socially and perhaps financially she couldn't have played her cards better." "Is that what you came to tell me?" Merkle hesitated. "No," he admitted, "it isn't; but I'm a bit embarrassed now that I'm here. I suppose your mother told about seeing me?" "My mother?" Lorelei's amazement was convincing, and his keen eyes softened.
The lines of his sinister face, loosened and sagging slightly from drink, deepened for an instant. "Let them talk. I can do more for you than Merkle can." "Merkle?" Her expression did not change. "Now don't let's deceive each other."
Wharton laughed, but his reply was lost in the clamorous demand for an encore by Mlle. Demorest. "So he gets his devilment from you, eh?" Merkle inquired. "It isn't devilment. Bob's all right. He's running with a fast crowd, and he has to keep up his end." "Bah! He hasn't been sober in a year." "You're a dyspeptic, John. You were born with a gray beard, and you're not growing younger.
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