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I want to be a decent man, but I really can't take myself too seriously." Though he had preserved his politeness towards Cecilia, he was in truth angry, and grew angrier every minute. He was angry with her, himself, and the man Hughs; and suffered from this anger as only they can who are not accustomed to the rough-and-tumble of things.
Hughs'. I must be down at the hospital this afternoon." Thyme frowned. "I do envy you living by yourself, Martin. It's silly having to live at home." Martin did not answer, but one nostril of his long nose was seen to curve, and Thyme acquiesced in this without remark. They walked for some minutes between tall houses, looking about them calmly. Then Martin said: "All Purceys round here."
Budgen, in whose grey eyes the fighting light so fortunately never died, painfully doing out her rooms, and propping herself against the chest of drawers whereon clustered china cups and dogs as thick as toadstools on a bank. "I've told my Charlie," she said, "to keep clear of Hughs a bit. They comes out as prickly as hedgehogs. Pick a quarrel as soon as look at you, they will."
Since the evening when she had found Thyme in foods of tears because of the Hughs' baby, her maternal eyes had not failed to notice something new in the child's demeanour a moodiness, an air almost of conspiracy, together with an emphatic increase of youthful sarcasm: Fearful of probing deep, she had sought no confidence, nor had she divulged her doubts to Stephen.
They sat down side by side on the edge of a long, hard, wooden bench; Creed fixing his eyes, whose colour had run into a brownish rim round their centres, on the magistrate, as in old days sun-worshippers would sit blinking devoutly at the sun; and Mrs. Hughs fixing her eyes on her lap, while tears of agony trickled down her face. On her unwounded arm the baby slept.
"Least drop of liquor goes to it, I suppose?" Mrs. Hughs paused in the dipping of a cloth; her tear-stained face expressed resentment, as though she had detected an attempt to find excuses for her husband. "He didn't ought to treat me as he does," she said. All three now stood round the bed, over which the baby presided with solemn gaze. Thyme said: "I wouldn't care what he did, Mrs.
Campbell and Stephens, moving slowly towards the farthest point on which the white man has established himself. We passed the stations of Messrs. Hughs and Isaacs and of Mr.
"My dear Cis," he said, "of course! But we'd better have this out!" Grateful for the pressure of his hand, she gave it a convulsive squeeze. "It's so sordid, Hilary!" "Sordid! H'm! Let's get it over, then." Cecilia had grown crimson. "Do you want me to tell you everything?" "Certainly." "Well, Hughs evidently thinks you're interested in the girl.
She clasped her hands, changed her feet with a hop, and went on walking as before. "Listen to me," said Hilary; "has Mrs. Hughs been talking to you about her husband?" The little model smiled again. "She goes on," she said. Hilary bit his lips. "Mr. Dallison, please about my hat?" "What about your hat?" "Would you like me to get a large one or a small one?"
His grandfather was standing there, with Thyme behind him. "She has left her room," said Mr. Stone. "Where has she gone?" Martin, understanding that he meant the little model, put his finger to his lips, and, pointing to Mrs. Hughs, whispered: "This woman's baby has just died." Mr. Stone's face underwent the queer discoloration which marked the sudden summoning of his far thoughts.
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