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… of his choice so far dissembled her love, as frequently to threaten his further existence. At the time, Evan was acting as secretary to old Simeon Deaves, famed as the possessor of the “ tightest wad” in New York. Now certain individuals had designs upon old Simeon and his hoard, and amongst them was the forcible and beautiful object of Evan’s affections. Like The Owl Taxis, it goes with a splendid snap, and is packed with exciting and humorous incidents. ROSEANNE Madame Albanesi The author calls this an “ old-fashioned story.” It does not con…
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A Knight Out 9 A dangerous look came into the eyes of the insane earl. He took a pace backwards and raised his stick. But Fordham, old campaigner that he was, had antici- pated the gesture. He had been to the Western States in his youth ; and what he did not know about scrapping was not worth being known. In particular, he was very much alive to the fact that an unarmed man sitting behind a fixed table has no chance against a man with a stick in the open. . He slipped out like a cat. Before Bumble could bring down his cane, the old man had dive…
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…h us at the Petit Savoyard ?”’ Haidée slipped her arm into mine, and Lou led the way with Feccles. “We were going there ourselves,” she told him, “and it will be perfectly delightful to be with friends. I see you're quite an old friend of my husband's.” He began to tell her of the old school. As if by accident, he gave an account of the circumstances which had led to his leaving. ““ My old man was in the city, you know,” I heard him say, ‘‘ and he dropped his pile ‘somewhere in Lom- bard Street’’’ (he gave a false little laugh), ‘““ where he co…
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…nd particularly wrong with us except youth and enthusiasm, and he was very sorry that it would take three weeks to turn us off. The good old boy explained the law. “Oh, that’s easy,”” we said in a breath. ‘“ Let’s get the first train to London.” There are no incidents to record. We were both completely anzsthetised. Nothing bothered us. We didn’t mind the waiting on the platform, or the way the old train lumbered up to London. Everything was part of the plan. Everything was perfect pleasure. We were living above ourselves, living at a tremendou…
1922 · PDF PAGE 67
…d you can imagine. She was not only a true friend, but a wise friend. She had evidently foreseen that we were going to run short of good old snow. Now I want all you fellows to take it as read that a man, if he calls himself a man, isn’t the kind of man that wants to stop a honeymoon with a girl in a Japanese kimono of the variety described, to have to put on a lot of beastly clothes and hunt all around Paris for a dope peddler. Of course, you'll say at once that I could have rung for the waiter and have him bring me a few cubic kilometres. But…
1922 · PDF PAGE 248
…hat it was that I thought was a shot, or a door closing. It was really both of these things in a mystical sense ; for I know now who the old man is, and that he is the father of the Messiah. ...
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… at the bank. Cockie had to write to Mr. Wolfe. “It ought to be stopped,” he cried, “ it amounts to brawling in church |” A flash of the old Peter Pan! September 8 The woman says it’s Tuesday, and we're running awfully short. Why can’t people keep their promises ? I’m sure Mabel said Sunday.
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… heavier drinker. I learnt at the hospital that seventy-five per cent. of the human bodyis composed of water; butin this case, as in the old song, it must have been that he was a relation of the McPherson who had a son, “That married Noah’s daughter And: nearly spoilt the flood By drinking all the water. And this he would have done, I really do believe it, But had that mixture been Three parts or more Glen Livet.” The slight figure of a young-old man with a bulbous nose to detract from his otherwise remarkable beauty, spoilt though it was by ye…
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… quietly over my remains. But I really have got the spirit of the thing. “ Always go on till you have to stop, Let’s have another sniff, old top!” No, that’s undignified. “Carry on! over the top!” would be better. It’s more dignified and patriotic, and expresses the idea much better. And if you don’t like it, you can inquire elsewhere. , No, I won’t admit that we were reckless. We had substantial resources at our command. There was nothing whatever of the “long firm” about us. You all know perfectly well how difficult it is to keep matches. Per…
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214 The Diary of a Drug Fiend And there were rows and rows of old books, mostly Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. There was a big alabaster statue of Ganesha, the elephant god. “This is the place,” I said, “to get hold of the devil.” “ That’s all right,’”’ said Cockie, “‘ but what about a little she-devil for me?” “Oh,” I said, “ if I’m not satisfactory, you’d better give me a week’s salary in lieu of notice.” We laughed like mad. Something in the room made our heads swim. We began kissing and wrestling. It’s all very well to laugh at magic, but after …
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…ting Living Beings! “ Every man and every woman 1s a star.” —B. K. L. I don’t like that room. I said nothing about it to Peter ; but the old man was there walking about as large as life. You have to be specially prepared to see these things. Cockie was never spiritually minded. September 18 An alarm of burglars last night. We roused the house—but no traces could be found, The servants here are frightfully stupid. They irritate me all the time. One can’t sleep in this house. It’s too old. The wood cracks all the time. Just as one is on the verge…
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…. , “Oh, he isn’t Mr. Lamus here,” retorted Hermes loftily. ‘‘ Here he’s the Big Lion, and of course he can train anybody that isn’t too old or too stupid. I was very stupid myself when I first came here,’ he continued in an apologetic tone. ‘“‘It was the turning point of my career.” The child was certainly not more than five years old, and his conversation was absolutely incredible. The
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…1 but the words wouldn’t come. King Lamus went to him and took his hand. ‘ Drugs are the slope in front of us,” he said, ‘‘ and I’m wily old Eckenstein, and you're ambitious young Lamus. And I say ‘stop!’ and when you show me that you can stop, when you have picked yourself together and are standing on the slope laughing, I'll show you how to go on.” We knew at the back of our minds that the man was inexorable. We hated him as the weak always hate the strong, and we had to respect and admire him, detesting him all the more for the fact.
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…know him to the bottom of his rotten soul.” He gave me the address. It was a magnificent house near Sloane Square. He had married a rich old woman, and lived on the fat of the land. I had met him once myself in society. He was a self-made Scot, and thought evening dress de nigeur in Paradise. Peter sent me off with a sly snigger. There was some insane idea at the back of his mind. Well, what did I care? ... Dr. McCall was a man of fifty or so, very well pre- served and very well dressed, with a gardenia in his buttonhole. He recognised me at on…
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…iting, and yet I have been itching insanely to put down that hideously ‘luxurious scene when our love broke out like an abscess. All the old fantastic features were there. They had assumed a diabolical disguise ; but my mind has been in abeyance. We shut the medical books with a shudder, and slung them out of the window into the street. A little crowd gathered ; they were picked up, and the passers-by began talking about what was to be done. We realised the rashness of our rage. The last thing was to attract attention! We pulled the frowsy old …
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…tition; that I have to produce something more interesting than anything they do, whoever they are. Here comes Peter Pan. He hasn’t grown old after We had a gorgeous feed at the dear old café. King Lamus came up to our table but he only said a few words. “So you got it, I see.” Cockie gave him one back. “T hate to injure your reputation as a prophet, Mr. Lamus, but it isn’t stopping when you have to stop. I’ve got it, as you say, and now, with your kind per- mission, I’m going to show you that we can stop.” Lamus changed his manner like a flash.…
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…self up to the police. Yes, as one gets into the full swing of cocaine, one loses all consciousness of the bumpy character of this funny old oblate spheroid. One is really very much more competent to deal with the affairs of life, that is, in a certain sense of the word. M. Coué is perfectly right, just as the Christian Scientists and all those people are perfectly right, in saying that half our troubles come from our conscious- ness of their existence, so that if we forget their exis- tence, they actually cease to exist ! Haven’t we got an old…
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…ma. ' The papers are disgusting. It’s the silly season, right enough. Every time one picks one up, there’s something about cocaine. That old fool Platt is on the war-path. He wants to “ arouse public opinion to a sense of the appalling danger which threatens the manhood and womanhood of England.”’ One paper had a long speech of his reported in full. He says it's the plot of the Germans to get even with us.Of course, I’m only a woman and all that ; but it sounds to me rather funny. | We went to tea with Mabel Black. Every one was talking about d…
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…rget that appalling fact for long enough to give your brain time to recover from the acute symptoms of its disease —that of thinking. My old commander was right. I think a lot too much ; so did Shakespeare. That’s what worked him up to write those wonderful things about sleep. I’ve forgotten what they were; but they impressed me at the time. I said to myself, ‘‘ This old bird knew how dreadful it is to be conscious.”
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… too, must be a preparation for the new life. I wandered up all alone to the magic room, and sat with my hands on the table opposite the old man, trying to get him to talk. His lips move, but I can’t hear what he says. I was disturbed, of course. I always am being dis- turbed. I am so tired. Why won’t they let me alone ? This time it was a shot. The magic room has windows all around it. I went to see who could have fired. It was very bright moonlight ; but I could see nothing. Then there came another flash and report. I went round to the side i…