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Ghyrkins was redder and redder in the morning sun. There was a storm of some kind brewing. We were collected together on the other side of the dead tiger and exchanged all kinds of spontaneous civilities and remarks, not wishing to witness Mr. Ghyrkins' wrath, nor to go away too suddenly. I heard the conversation, however, for the old gentleman made no pretence of lowering his voice.
The deuce and all, you know, I don't understand you a bit." "I cannot tell you, Mr. Ghyrkins; but something dependg on my going, which is of as great importance to the person concerned as life itself. Believe me," he said, going near to the old gentleman and laying a hand on his arm, "I do not go willingly." "Well, I hope not, I am sure," said Ghyrkins gruffly, though yielding.
Isaacs and the Englishman walked their horses on each side of Miss Westonhaugh, and Ghyrkins and I brought up the rear. I tried to turn the conversation to Isaacs, but with little result. "Yes, yes, good fellow Isaacs, for a fire-worshipper, or whatever he is. Good judge of a horse. Lots of rupees too. Queer fish. By-the-bye, Mr.
Meanwhile, however," I added, turning to Mr. Ghyrkins, "I am inclined to believe with Lord Steepleton that the subject uppermost in the thoughts of most of us is the crusade against the tigers. What do you say? Shall we not all go as we are, a neat party of six?" "Well, well, Mr. Griggs, we shall see, you know. Now, if we are going at all, when do you mean to start?"
Ghyrkins' bungalow was wholly unpremeditated, and I was sure Isaacs had spoken to none but our party not even to his saice since our meeting with the Westonhaughs on the Annandale road an hour and a half before. "I wonder what he wants," said my friend, apparently soliloquising. "He seems to know where to find you, at all events," I answered.
By a superhuman effort I succeeded in keeping my eyes fixed on Ghyrkins, probably with a stony, unconscious stare, for he presently asked what I was looking at. I do not think Isaacs cared whether I heard him or not, knowing that I sympathised, but Mr. Ghyrkins was another matter.
He never drinks it, you know," she said in a quiet low voice, and pouring some of the contents on her handkerchief, moistened all his brows and face and hair with the powerful alcohol. "Loosen his belt! pull off his boots, some of you!" cried Mr. Currie Ghyrkins, as he came up breathless. "Take off his belt damn it, you know!
Now there is our stout friend, whom we nearly brought to grief a few minutes ago; he is always extremely civil, and never meets me that he does not renew his invitation to visit him." "I should like to see something more of Mr. Currie Ghyrkins myself. I do not believe he is half as bad as I thought. Do you ever go there?" "Sometimes. Yes, on second thoughts I believe I call on Mr.
There is some sort of official reception to somebody, I forget who, and we had notice to turn out. It is a detestable nuisance." "I should think so." "Mr. Griggs, I came to ask you about something. You heard of my proposal to get up a tiger-hunt? Mr. Ghyrkins was speaking of it." "Yes. He wanted us to go, Mr.
"Stuff," said Ghyrkins. "Oh!" said Miss Westonhaugh, looking rather blank. "That would never do," said John. "Preposterous! we could not think of going without you," said Lord Steepleton Kildare loudly; he was beginning to like Isaacs in spite of himself. And so we parted. "I shall not dine to-night, Griggs," said Isaacs, as we paused before his door. "Come in for a moment: you can help me."
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