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Perched on a capstan, Cuffy followed the proceedings with a lively interest, and to a running fire of questions. Why was the sea so white and bubbly? Where was it running away to? What were reefs? Why were light-houses? Why was a pilot? HOW did he know? Why did he have such a big boat all to himself? Why didnt he have a staircase? Did he have his own skin on under the oil? When was the sea SHUT? . . . and many another. But gradually the little voice ceased its piping and a silence fell unnoticed by Mahony, who himself was carried away once more by a splendid inner exultation, at dancing in the open, leaving land behind. He stood lost in his own feelings, till suddenly he felt the little body his arm enclosed give a great shiver.
But I can! gave back Mahony, with warmth. I had two of my own there, let me tell you, and no beasts were ever better treated or cared for. They certainly hadnt to be walked up every slope for fear theyd lose their wind. They took their honest share of the days work. For where I come from . . . At the repetition of the phrase he bit his lip.
And it was not the opera-cloak alone.
Its MY house, and for me to say whom Ill have in it.
Ruin? But how? . . . why? Oh dear, CANT you speak? No, no, Richard! What are you thinking of? Remember the child. From under his hands tears were dripping on the table. Go to Ann, Cuffy. She shall take you out or give you your tea. Run away, dear . . . quickly! Now, Richard, pull yourself together. Its no good breaking down. WHAT has happened? What do you intend to do?
But its another story, eh, when John the Great comes in question?
Tch! now he had this to go through . . . on top of his bad night, and his own burning irresolution. His nerves felt like the frayed ends of a rope. But as usual opposition spurred him on.
My dear, Eliza would find him for you in less than half an hour. Besides, Mary, its very unlikely anyone would want him in such a hurry as all that.
He felt so sore on Marys behalf that, by the time he had escorted the last guest through the sentry-box porch, he was fairly boiling over. Flinging downstairs to the dining-room, where he found his wife disconsolately regarding her table it looked almost as neat as when she first arranged it he flashed out: Well, youve done it now! What in heavens name possessed you to sit people down to a spread like this?
Richard! Dont forget how you hated the climate there. And how poorly the sun made you feel.