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I say, youngster, have you made your will?" "Haven't got anything to leave. But, Stanninghame, I'm awfully obliged to you, old fellow. It's all through you I've got round the old man." "Have you any sort of idea what our program is?" "None. And I don't care." Laurence whistled. "See here, Holmes," he said, "this thing has got to be looked into. In fact, it can't go on." "Yes it can, and it shall.
Howbeit, of these and like discomforts are such journeyings productive, wherefore they are scarcely to be reckoned as worthy of note. "Hallo, Stanninghame! And so, here you are?" "Here I am, Rainsford, as you say; and from what I have heard in process of getting here, I'm afraid I have got here a day too late." The other laughed, as they shook hands.
"Hallo! what's this?" sung out Holmes, not sorry for an excuse to change the subject. "Why, you used a Zulu word, Stanninghame, and yet you say you never were in South Africa before." "Well, and then? I've once or twice known fellows use a Greek word who had never been near the land of Socrates in their lives." "Still, that's different.
The voice thrilled to his hearing, as plainly, as articulately as it had ever done when she had stood before him. He laid down the weapon, and passed his hand in a dazed sort of manner over his brows. Laurence Stanninghame was saved. He stared around, somewhat unsteadily, as though more than half expecting to behold her there in the room. What did it all mean? At any rate she had saved him.
The price shall be liberal." Then Laurence Stanninghame, the renegade, the man who had thrown all considerations of duty and feeling to the winds as so much lumber, so much meaningless conventionality, felt as shocked and disgusted as ever he could have done in his most foolish days, what time illusions were as vivid, as golden as ever.
His jealous soul had noted the glance exchanged between his cousin and Laurence Stanninghame the responsive glance which for a brief second would not be disguised; the great and deep-reaching gladness, which shone in both pairs of eyes as a result of this meeting.
"Excuse me, eh, Holmes?" said Laurence. "It's getting too thick, and I don't think this is a sort of care that'll bear drowning. I'm off. So-long, everybody." "Hold on, Stanninghame," sung out Rankin, who was the most hospitable soul alive. "Come round to the house and dine with us. I'm just going along. We'd better do another bitters though, first. What do you say?"
"You don't seem to take it over enthusiastically, Stanninghame," went on Holmes. "And you and she were rather thick towards the end of the voyage," he added mischievously. "Did you ever know me enthuse about anything, Holmes?
Impervious to the furnace-like heat, he stepped out over the veldt at a pace which, by the time he reached the corner of the Wemmer property, caused him to look up wonderingly, that he should already be entering the town. "Oh, there you are, Stanninghame," sung out a voice, whose owner nearly cannoned into him. Laurence looked up.
"Oh, only that Holmes was asking after all his old friends one night in the smoke-room, and all who were not dead had gone to Johannesburg. Others I've heard talking the same way. So I've got into the habit of thinking there are but two states death and Johannesburg." "Tell me, Mr. Stanninghame," said Lilith, struggling with a laugh, "are you ever by any chance serious?"
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