"
Binkie turned over on his back on the hearth-rug, and Dick stirred him
with a meditative foot.
Binkie turned over on his back on the hearth-rug, and Dick stirred him
with a meditative foot.
Kipling - Poems
He holds the
bank. Fly from him. Pack your things and go. "
"I believe you're right. Where shall I go? "
"And you call yourself a special correspondent! Pack first and inquire
afterwards. "
An hour later Torpenhow was despatched into the night for a hansom.
"You'll probably think of some place to go to while you're moving," said
Dick. "On to Euston, to begin with, and--oh yes--get drunk tonight. "
He returned to the studio, and lighted more candles, for he found the
room very dark.
"Oh, you Jezebel! you futile little Jezebel! Won't you hate me
tomorrow! --Binkie, come here.
"
Binkie turned over on his back on the hearth-rug, and Dick stirred him
with a meditative foot.
"I said she was not immoral. I was wrong. She said she could cook. That
showed premeditated sin. Oh, Binkie, if you are a man you will go to
perdition; but if you are a woman, and say that you can cook, you will
go to a much worse place. "
CHAPTER X
What's you that follows at my side? --
The foe that ye must fight, my lord. --
That hirples swift as I can ride? --
The shadow of the night, my lord. --
Then wheel my horse against the foe! --
He's down and overpast, my lord.
Ye war against the sunset glow;
The darkness gathers fast, my lord.
----The Fight of Heriot's Ford
"This is a cheerful life," said Dick, some days later. "Torp's away;
Bessie hates me; I can't get at the notion of the Melancolia; Maisie's
letters are scrappy; and I believe I have indigestion. What give a man
pains across the head and spots before his eyes, Binkie?
bank. Fly from him. Pack your things and go. "
"I believe you're right. Where shall I go? "
"And you call yourself a special correspondent! Pack first and inquire
afterwards. "
An hour later Torpenhow was despatched into the night for a hansom.
"You'll probably think of some place to go to while you're moving," said
Dick. "On to Euston, to begin with, and--oh yes--get drunk tonight. "
He returned to the studio, and lighted more candles, for he found the
room very dark.
"Oh, you Jezebel! you futile little Jezebel! Won't you hate me
tomorrow! --Binkie, come here.
"
Binkie turned over on his back on the hearth-rug, and Dick stirred him
with a meditative foot.
"I said she was not immoral. I was wrong. She said she could cook. That
showed premeditated sin. Oh, Binkie, if you are a man you will go to
perdition; but if you are a woman, and say that you can cook, you will
go to a much worse place. "
CHAPTER X
What's you that follows at my side? --
The foe that ye must fight, my lord. --
That hirples swift as I can ride? --
The shadow of the night, my lord. --
Then wheel my horse against the foe! --
He's down and overpast, my lord.
Ye war against the sunset glow;
The darkness gathers fast, my lord.
----The Fight of Heriot's Ford
"This is a cheerful life," said Dick, some days later. "Torp's away;
Bessie hates me; I can't get at the notion of the Melancolia; Maisie's
letters are scrappy; and I believe I have indigestion. What give a man
pains across the head and spots before his eyes, Binkie?
