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Having sent this missive, and arranged in his mind the damning, if circumstantial, evidence he had accumulated, he awaited the hour with confidence, for his nature was not lacking in the cock-surety of a Briton. All the same, he dressed himself particularly well that morning, putting on a blue and white striped waistcoat which, with a cream-coloured tie, set off his fulvous whiskers and full blue eyes; and he lunched, if anything, more fully than his wont, eating a stronger cheese and taking a glass of special Club ale. He took care to be late, too, to show the old fellow that his coming at all was in the nature of an act of grace. A strong scent of hyacinths greeted him in the hall; and Mr. Ventnor, who was an amateur of flowers, stopped to put his nose into a fine bloom and think uncontrollably of Mrs. Larne. Pity! The things one had to give up in life--fine women--one thing and another. Pity! The thought inspired in him a timely anger; and he followed the servant, intending to stand no nonsense from this paralytic old rascal.
The room he entered was lighted by a bright fire, and a single electric lamp with an orange shade on a table covered by a black satin cloth. There were heavily gleaming oil paintings on the walls, a heavy old brass chandelier without candles, heavy dark red curtains, and an indefinable scent of burnt acorns, coffee, cigars, and old man. He became conscious of a candescent spot on the far side of the hearth, where the light fell on old Heythorp's thick white hair.
The candescent spot moved. A voice said: "Sit down."
Mr. Ventnor sat in an armchair on the opposite side of the fire; and, finding a kind of somnolence creeping over him, pinched himself. He wanted all his wits about him.
The old man was speaking in that extinct voice of his, and Mr. Ventnor said rather pettishly:
Old Heythorp's voice swelled with sudden force:
"Your letters are Greek to me."
"Oh! indeed, I think we can soon make them into plain English!"
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thousand ways; above all in signalling; for he was a wireless2023-12-01 09:58
a tubby, vulgar little man of fifty-five, common-sensible2023-12-01 09:57
and ran like a hare, her yellow silk dress gleaming in2023-12-01 09:39
total help to the Arabs, in materials and money, exceeded2023-12-01 09:27
his last news was that the outpost of Turkish camel corps2023-12-01 09:08
by a battery of the quick-firing mountain guns at Suez,2023-12-01 08:55
at our arrival, and said one to the other, “This is the2023-12-01 08:45
gruffly, explaining that he had always been fond of the2023-12-01 10:10
to a proposition of honour, and agreed instantly to do2023-12-01 10:04
north-east, great grey striated piles of volcanic rock,2023-12-01 09:58
living tents, reception tents, staff tents, guest tents,2023-12-01 09:52
and he pulled up short, for, instinctively, he knew that2023-12-01 09:34
him, if the Turks came out, to go straight at them. I hoped2023-12-01 09:26
thence to Tebuk, and finally to Maan, where a fresh rail-head2023-12-01 09:21
and by him for company, Abdulla’s machine-gunners, in2023-12-01 08:44
tables, and lifting Helen Cumberly, carried her half-way2023-12-01 08:26
obedience to Nuri Shaalan, the great Emir of the Ruwalla,2023-12-01 08:21