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Her nose was small and straight, her mouth, though somewhat hard, admirably shaped, and she carried herself magnificently. Her eyes, shaded by her hat, were large and grey. The situation had the appearance of being at a deadlock.ĭuring the business talk which had just come to an end this girl had been making her way up the side street which forms a short cut between Coventry Street and the Bandolero, and several admirers of feminine beauty who happened to be using the same route had almost dislocated their necks looking after her. It was precisely three days, said the man, mournfully inflating a dying rooster, since his offspring had tasted bread. What have you been doing this morning?' he asked.

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That in itself would have been enough to sow doubts in Bill's mind as to whether he had really got all the money that a reasonable man needed and Claire saw to it that these doubts sprouted, by confining her conversation on the occasions of their meeting almost entirely to the great theme of money, with its minor sub-divisions of How to get it, Why don't you get it? and I'm sick and tired of not having it. To hear her talk, you would have supposed that she had been brought up from the cradle to look on four hundred pounds a year as small change to be disposed of in tips and cab fares. She scoffed at four hundred pounds a year. In the first place, she resolutely declined to marry him on four hundred pounds a year. Worse, he faced them, and in a hoarse but carrying voice he was instructing Heaven to bless his benefactor.īut Claire had made a difference. He cast a furtive glance behind him in the hope that the disseminator of expiring roosters had vanished, but the man was still at his elbow. For Claire, dear girl, was apt to be unreasonable about these little generosities of his. The fact of the matter was that he had only just finished giving the father of the family his shilling, and he was afraid that Claire had seen him doing it. 'Here you are.'īill Dawlish was this fortunate bloke, but, from the look of him as he caught sight of her, one would have said that he did not appreciate his luck. Halloa, Claire darling' said Lord Dawlish, with a sort of sheepish breeziness. You'll be able to get those children of yours some bread-I expect you can get a lot of bread for a shilling. Bill found himself the possessor of that most ironical thing, a moneyless title. Bill was at Cambridge when his predecessor in the title, his Uncle Philip, was performing the concluding exercises of the dissipation of the Dawlish doubloons, a feat which he achieved so neatly that when he died there was just enough cash to pay the doctors, and no more. A breezy disregard for the preservation of the pence was a family trait. Nor were his successors backward in the spending art. It was in the days of the Regency that the Dawlish coffers first began to show signs of cracking under the strain, in the era of the then celebrated Beau Dawlish. He may have gone to telephone or something, what?'

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