' The worst is that we don't know when it will happen, and I
believe the uncertainty and the waiting have sent Dick to the whiskey
more than anything else.
believe the uncertainty and the waiting have sent Dick to the whiskey
more than anything else.
Kipling - Poems
I hate you, and I'll go on hating you.
Mr.
Torpenhow
won't speak to me any more. He's always looking at maps. "
Bessie did not say that she had again laid siege to Torpenhow, or that
at the end of our passionate pleading he had picked her up, given her a
kiss, and put her outside the door with the recommendation not to be a
little fool. He spent most of his time in the company of the Nilghai,
and their talk was of war in the near future, the hiring of transports,
and secret preparations among the dockyards. He did not wish to see Dick
till the picture was finished.
"He's doing first-class work," he said to the Nilghai, "and it's quite
out of his regular line. But, for the matter of that, so's his infernal
soaking. "
"Never mind. Leave him alone. When he has come to his senses again we'll
carry him off from this place and let him breathe clean air. Poor Dick!
I don't envy you, Torp, when his eyes fail. "
"Yes, it will be a case of 'God help the man who's chained to our
Davie.
' The worst is that we don't know when it will happen, and I
believe the uncertainty and the waiting have sent Dick to the whiskey
more than anything else. "
"How the Arab who cut his head open would grin if he knew! "
"He's at perfect liberty to grin if he can. He's dead. That's poor
consolation now. "
In the afternoon of the third day Torpenhow heard Dick calling for him.
"All finished! " he shouted. "I've done it! Come in! Isn't she a beauty?
Isn't she a darling? I've been down to hell to get her; but isn't she
worth it? "
Torpenhow looked at the head of a woman who laughed,--a full-lipped,
hollow-eyed woman who laughed from out of the canvas as Dick had
intended she would.
"Who taught you how to do it? " said Torpenhow.
won't speak to me any more. He's always looking at maps. "
Bessie did not say that she had again laid siege to Torpenhow, or that
at the end of our passionate pleading he had picked her up, given her a
kiss, and put her outside the door with the recommendation not to be a
little fool. He spent most of his time in the company of the Nilghai,
and their talk was of war in the near future, the hiring of transports,
and secret preparations among the dockyards. He did not wish to see Dick
till the picture was finished.
"He's doing first-class work," he said to the Nilghai, "and it's quite
out of his regular line. But, for the matter of that, so's his infernal
soaking. "
"Never mind. Leave him alone. When he has come to his senses again we'll
carry him off from this place and let him breathe clean air. Poor Dick!
I don't envy you, Torp, when his eyes fail. "
"Yes, it will be a case of 'God help the man who's chained to our
Davie.
' The worst is that we don't know when it will happen, and I
believe the uncertainty and the waiting have sent Dick to the whiskey
more than anything else. "
"How the Arab who cut his head open would grin if he knew! "
"He's at perfect liberty to grin if he can. He's dead. That's poor
consolation now. "
In the afternoon of the third day Torpenhow heard Dick calling for him.
"All finished! " he shouted. "I've done it! Come in! Isn't she a beauty?
Isn't she a darling? I've been down to hell to get her; but isn't she
worth it? "
Torpenhow looked at the head of a woman who laughed,--a full-lipped,
hollow-eyed woman who laughed from out of the canvas as Dick had
intended she would.
"Who taught you how to do it? " said Torpenhow.
