"You'll
probably
think of some place to go to while you're moving," said
Dick.
Dick.
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I wish I did.
"
"You're going away for a season on a brilliant tour to regain tone.
You're going to Brighton, or Scarborough, or Prawle Point, to see the
ships go by. And you're going at once. Isn't it odd? I'll take care of
Binkie, but out you go immediately. Never resist the devil. 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?
"You're going away for a season on a brilliant tour to regain tone.
You're going to Brighton, or Scarborough, or Prawle Point, to see the
ships go by. And you're going at once. Isn't it odd? I'll take care of
Binkie, but out you go immediately. Never resist the devil. 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?
