He was shaved
accordingly
in the morning, and felt the better for it.
Kipling - Poems
She
passed behind him, kissed him audaciously on the back of the neck, and
ran away as swiftly as on the day when she had destroyed the Melancolia.
"To think of me kissing Mr. Heldar," she said to herself, "after all
he's done to me and all! Well, I'm sorry for him, and if he was shaved
he wouldn't be so bad to look at, but. . . Oh them Beetons, how
shameful they've treated him! I know Beeton's wearing his shirt on his
back today just as well as if I'd aired it. Tomorrow, I'll see. . . I
wonder if he has much of his own. It might be worth more than the bar--I
wouldn't have to do any work--and just as respectable as if no one
knew. "
Dick was not grateful to Bessie for her parting gift. He was acutely
conscious of it in the nape of his neck throughout the night, but it
seemed, among very many other things, to enforce the wisdom of getting
shaved.
He was shaved accordingly in the morning, and felt the better for it. A
fresh suit of clothes, white linen, and the knowledge that some one in
the world said that she took an interest in his personal appearance made
him carry himself almost upright; for the brain was relieved for a while
from thinking of Maisie, who, under other circumstances, might have
given that kiss and a million others.
"Let us consider," said he, after lunch. "The girl can't care, and it's
a toss-up whether she comes again or not, but if money can buy her to
look after me she shall be bought. Nobody else in the world would take
the trouble, and I can make it worth her while. She's a child of the
gutter holding brevet rank as a barmaid; so she shall have everything
she wants if she'll only come and talk and look after me. " He rubbed his
newly shorn chin and began to perplex himself with the thought of her
not coming. "I suppose I did look rather a sweep," he went on. "I had
no reason to look otherwise. I knew things dropped on my clothes, but
it didn't matter. It would be cruel if she didn't come. She must. Maisie
came once, and that was enough for her. She was quite right. She had
something to work for. This creature has only beer-handles to pull,
unless she has deluded some young man into keeping company with her.
passed behind him, kissed him audaciously on the back of the neck, and
ran away as swiftly as on the day when she had destroyed the Melancolia.
"To think of me kissing Mr. Heldar," she said to herself, "after all
he's done to me and all! Well, I'm sorry for him, and if he was shaved
he wouldn't be so bad to look at, but. . . Oh them Beetons, how
shameful they've treated him! I know Beeton's wearing his shirt on his
back today just as well as if I'd aired it. Tomorrow, I'll see. . . I
wonder if he has much of his own. It might be worth more than the bar--I
wouldn't have to do any work--and just as respectable as if no one
knew. "
Dick was not grateful to Bessie for her parting gift. He was acutely
conscious of it in the nape of his neck throughout the night, but it
seemed, among very many other things, to enforce the wisdom of getting
shaved.
He was shaved accordingly in the morning, and felt the better for it. A
fresh suit of clothes, white linen, and the knowledge that some one in
the world said that she took an interest in his personal appearance made
him carry himself almost upright; for the brain was relieved for a while
from thinking of Maisie, who, under other circumstances, might have
given that kiss and a million others.
"Let us consider," said he, after lunch. "The girl can't care, and it's
a toss-up whether she comes again or not, but if money can buy her to
look after me she shall be bought. Nobody else in the world would take
the trouble, and I can make it worth her while. She's a child of the
gutter holding brevet rank as a barmaid; so she shall have everything
she wants if she'll only come and talk and look after me. " He rubbed his
newly shorn chin and began to perplex himself with the thought of her
not coming. "I suppose I did look rather a sweep," he went on. "I had
no reason to look otherwise. I knew things dropped on my clothes, but
it didn't matter. It would be cruel if she didn't come. She must. Maisie
came once, and that was enough for her. She was quite right. She had
something to work for. This creature has only beer-handles to pull,
unless she has deluded some young man into keeping company with her.
