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Here he is, he said, suddenly, languid beggar!
Why, then, the queer sensations
of hiscirculatory system?
And Im going to Nettlefold, to see a cottage at
Loring formy baby.
I should like you to like her, he said, wistfully.
Or I
could come to GreenStreet if you prefer it.
Then, said Michael, with a sigh,
theres nothing in this schemethat appeals to you, sir?
The potential Lady
Montross will bring him in.
It turned when he came near and flung its arms
roundhim.
Michaelstared up at the remnants of walls mosaicked by the unstripped
wallpapers. The fact that I knew your colt had gone amiss.
And then she died,
and he married Edith Moor.
Its silly, though: whyshouldnt you speak your own
lingo?
We cant stand just here, Michael, discussing the make-up of
thechosen.
If you just go out, hewont pay any attention. Her eyes moved from
sideto side, as if she were adding: Or the beginning, and Ive neverhad it. For
better or worse; but thats direction in itself. Ive been wanting to saythat to
you ever since Ascot.
Over here we stab each other daily, and noharm done.
We
must strike while the strike is on, said the Marquess.
On being told that Jon
was about to do something, Soames grunted.
Its silly, though: whyshouldnt you
speak your own lingo? What would you expect me to doif I knew that about a
stable of yours? The Marquess shook the head that was resting on his hand.
Agreeableold chap in his way, but quick as a bird, looking through his thumband
finger like that!
I take it we may assume that the name here wasoriginally
Moss. Or I could come to GreenStreet if you prefer it.
They heard the bell,
voices in the hall; then Smither appeared,red, breathless, deprecatory. However
ignorant of the turf, Soames could see that the fellow hadscored.
And he
suffered fromthe feeling which besets those who are sensitive about their
luck.
Yes, muttered Soames; shes like a limpet.
Nor again was it his fault that
he was in love withhis native land and tired of being out of it. He knew she
had her old feeling forhim, just as he knew he had it, or some of it, for
her.
Or I could come to GreenStreet if you prefer it. What a queer sound the
town makes at night, Michael. Its silly, though: whyshouldnt you speak your own
lingo? I suppose June wants me to buy a picture, he said. We shall only be
there three weeks at most.
Jon held the hands, and dropped them rather
suddenly.
Soames put his head to the other side, and looked at the back ofthe
picture.
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