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"Then, in that case, this Captain Hawksley " "I'll have a look at that gentleman before I tumble into bed to-night, and you shall have my views upon that point to-morrow morning, Mr. Narkom.
Marry Kitty! "I'm old enough to be her father." "What's that to do with it so long as convention is satisfied?" Cutty was so shaken and confused that he missed the tragic irony of the voice. All the receptive avenues to his brain seemed to have shut down suddenly. He was conscious only of the clitter-clatter. Marry Kitty! "You can't settle money on her," went on Hawksley, "without scandal.
But for these stones Hawksley would not have tarried too long on a certain red night; Cutty would not now be stumbling about the labyrinths into which his looting instincts had thrust him; and Kitty Conover would have jogged along in the humdrum rut, if not happy at least philosophically content with her lot. Decision is always a mental relief, hesitance a curse.
Immediately thereafter Karlov stood inside the room, scowling suspiciously. Cutty arrived at the apartment in time to share dinner with Hawksley. He had wisely decided to say nothing about the escapade of Hawksley and Kitty Conover, since it had terminated fortunately. Bernini had telegraphed the gist of the adventure.
"It is Bimbi it is! it is!" he shouted as he ran. "Oh, Bimbi, I am glad!" "Ceddie, dear, you mustn't be so boisterous!" chided Ailsa, coming up with him at the kerb. "How fond he is of you to be sure, Captain Hawksley. You've come for us, I suppose? Ceddie recognized the car at once." "Yes; jump in," he answered. "Lady Chepstow sent me after you.
Hawksley stretched out his hands to receive the instrument. Of course Cutty had heard of Amati and Stradivari, master and pupil. He knew that all famous violinists possessed instruments of these schools, and that such violins were practically beyond the reach of many. Only through some great artist's death or misfortune did a fine violin return to the marts.
Upon a hillock on one side of their way a party of men lay huddled together, suspiciously observing the movements of the new arrivals. "They might draw near and offer us some comfort," Dick remarked. "Well, an' they come not to us, let us even turn aside to them," said Hawksley. "The sooner we come to a good fire and a dry bed the better for my poor lord."
If I'm wrong you'll have to pay the score. We'll get her out or we'll stay where she is. In any event, Karlov will pay the price. Wouldn't you prefer to go out if you must in a glorious scrap?" "Fighting?" Hawksley was on his feet instantly. "Do you mean that? I can die with free hands?" "With a chance of coming out top-hole." "I say, what a ripping thing hope is always springing back!"
It entailed nothing beyond a bit of mummery. The repugnance was not due to religious training. The Conover household, as he recalled it, had been rather lax in that respect. Why, then, should Kitty have hesitated? He thought of Hawksley, and swore. But for Hawksley's suggestion no muddle like this would have occurred. Devil take him and his infernal green stones!
What a fine profile Cutty had! "Now, who and what is he? I'm dying to know." "An odd story; probably hundreds like it. You see, the Bolsheviki have driven out of the country or killed all the nobles and bourgeoisie. Some of them have escaped into China, Sweden, India, wherever they could find an open route. To his story there are many loose ends, and Hawksley is not the talking kind.
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