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Updated: June 10, 2025
Some high government official. He'll be useful to Jerrold if he gets a job out there. They're going back in October. I suppose I shall have to ask. Maisie Durham before they sail." Maisie Durham. Maisie Durham. But to-morrow he would have got away. "'What will you leave your lover, Rendal, my son? What will you leave your lover, my pretty one?
Rendal, foolishly joking in his cups, had urged as extenuation of his own weakness the well-known fact that 'Arry Mutimer had been seen one evening unmistakably intoxicated in the street of Wanley village. Someone reported these words to Richard, and from that moment it was all over with the Rendals.
Nobody knows till they've tried. But I was going all right till Eliot put me off." "Oh, if you're put off as easily as all that " She was intolerable. She seemed to think he was only going because she'd shamed him into it. That evening he sang: "'What are you doing all the day, Rendal, my son? What are you doing all the day, my pretty one?" He understood that song now.
'Lives in Park Lane, doesn't he? that big corner house like a game-pie? . . . Ye-es, you were thoughtful, as usual. . . . Only some one might have been down to the docks to meet him. 'Wish I knew his doctor's address. Well, never mind I'll fix him up so that he reaches Park Lane, anyway. 'He ought to do something for Rendal, mused Captain Holditch.
But after this fair first effort Mr Markham, as his clothes weighed him down, began as the phrase is to make very bad weather of it. He made worse and worse weather of it as Dick Rendal covered the distance between them with a superlatively fine side-stroke, once or twice singing out to him to hold on, and keep a good heart.
"'What will you leave to your lover, Rendal, my son? What will you leave to your lover, my pretty one? A rope to hang her, mother, A rope to hang her, mother...." "Go it, Col-Col!" Out on the terrace Queenie laughed her harsh, cruel laugh. "'For I'm sick to my heart and I fain would lie down." "'I'm sick to my heart and I fain would lie down," Queenie echoed, with clipped words, mocking him.
It drew up along the platform. Anne stood in her carriage, leaning out of the window to him. His hand was on the ledge. They looked at each other without speaking. The guard whistled. Carriage doors slammed one after another. The train moved forward. Jerrold ran alongside. "I say, you'll let Col-Col play on that piano?" Anne was gone. i "'Where have you been all the day, Rendal, my son?
He was annoyed to find Keene in the house of late he had grown to dislike the journalist very cordially and he had heard that the Rendal children had been to the party, which enraged him. You remember he accused the man of impudence in addition to the offence of drunkenness.
Why hadn't he? Why had he let his infernal cowardice stop him? Eliot had loved her. Then he remembered Colin. Little Col-Col running after them down the field, calling to them to take him with them; Colin's hands playing; Colin's voice singing Lord Rendal. He tried to think of Queenie, the woman Colin had married. He had no image of her. He could see nothing but Colin and Anne.
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