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Talking of flowers, sir, a few of 'em still left to ah blush unseen? I'm one, Barrymaine's another a violet? No. A lily? No. A blush-rose? Well, let us say a blush-rose, but damnably run to seed, like the rest of us. And ah talking of Barrymaine, I ought, perhaps, to warn you that we may find him a trifle queer a leetle touched perhaps." And Mr.
Uttering a broken cry Barrymaine struggled up to his feet, strove desperately to speak, his distorted mouth flecked with foam, and beating the air with frantic hands pitched over and thudded to the floor. Then the door opened and Mr. Smivvle appeared who, calling upon Barrymaine's name, ran forward and fell upon his knees beside that convulsed and twisted figure.
"Here's a shilling for you," said he, turning to the bargeman, "that is Dig, l-lend me a shilling, I " Ronald Barrymaine's voice ended abruptly, for he had caught sight of Barnabas sitting in the dingy corner, and now, pushing past Smivvle, he stood staring, his handsome features distorted with sudden fury, his teeth gleaming between his parted lips. "So it's you, is it?" he demanded.
Then Barnabas leaned forward and laid his hand upon Barrymaine's, and it so happened it was the hand that yet held the slopping wineglass. "Think think!" said Barnabas earnestly, "once you are free of Gaunt, life will begin afresh for you, you can hold up your head again " "Though never in London, Ronald, I fear," added Mr. Chichester over his shoulder.
"Vell, let's say borreyed, sir, borreyed for purposes o' obserwation, out o' young Barrymaine's pocket, and werry neatly I done it too!" Here Mr. Shrig chuckled softly, checked himself suddenly, and shook his placid head. "But life ain't all lavender, sir, not by no manner o' means, it ain't," said he dolefully.
"I think I begin to understand. You have seen my my sister." "Yes." "Do you know how much I owe?" "No, but I'll pay it, on a condition." "A condition?" For a long moment the passionate dark eyes met and questioned the steady gray; then Barrymaine's long lashes fluttered and fell. "Of course it would be a loan. I I'd pay you back," he muttered. "At your own convenience."
Poor Barrymaine's star is set and mine is setting westwards, sir my bourne is the far Americas, Beverley. "Ah, Mr. Smivvle!" exclaimed Barnabas, sitting up, "I'm glad to see you very glad. But what do you mean by America?" "Sir," answered Mr.
And now, for the first time, Barrymaine's gaze left Chichester's face, and fixed itself upon the open casement instead. "Ha!" he cried, "here comes G-Gaunt at last, D-Dig, and with his hangman at his elbow! But he's t-too late, Dig, he's too l-late I'm going, but I mean to take our friend our d-dear friend Chichester w-with me look now!"
"Cleone!" he cried, and sprang to his feet. "You struck him!" she panted. "I yes, I had to! But indeed he isn't much hurt " But Cleone was down upon her knees, had lifted Barrymaine's head to her bosom and was wiping the blood from his pale face with her handkerchief. "Cleone," said Barnabas, humbly, "I indeed I couldn't help it. Oh, Cleone look up!"
Turn to him, Clo look up give him your hand. Y-you loved him once, I think, and you were right quite r-right. You can t-trust Beverley, Clo g-give him your hand." "No, no!" cried Cleone, and, snatching her fingers from Barrymaine's clasp, she turned away. "What you w-won't?" "No never, never!" "Why not? Answer me! Speak, I tell you!"
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