"I shan't forget," said Dick, every
instinct
of defence roused in him.
Kipling - Poems
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"You're a great deal too kind, old man. "
"You didn't suppose you were going away from me, did you? " Torpenhow put
his hand on Dick's shoulder, and the two walked up and down the room,
henceforward to be called the studio, in sweet and silent communion.
They heard rapping at Torpenhow's door. "That's some ruffian come up
for a drink," said Torpenhow; and he raised his voice cheerily. There
entered no one more ruffianly than a portly middle-aged gentleman in
a satin-faced frockcoat. His lips were parted and pale, and there were
deep pouches under the eyes.
"Weak heart," said Dick to himself, and, as he shook hands, "very weak
heart. His pulse is shaking his fingers. "
The man introduced himself as the head of the Central Southern Syndicate
and "one of the most ardent admirers of your work, Mr. Heldar. I assure
you, in the name of the syndicate, that we are immensely indebted to
you; and I trust, Mr. Heldar, you won't forget that we were largely
instrumental in bringing you before the public. " He panted because of
the seven flights of stairs.
Dick glanced at Torpenhow, whose left eyelid lay for a moment dead on
his cheek.
"I shan't forget," said Dick, every instinct of defence roused in him.
"You've paid me so well that I couldn't, you know. By the way, when I am
settled in this place I should like to send and get my sketches. There
must be nearly a hundred and fifty of them with you. "
"That is er--is what I came to speak about. I fear we can't allow it
exactly, Mr. Heldar. In the absence of any specified agreement, the
sketches are our property, of course. "
"Do you mean to say that you are going to keep them? "
"Yes; and we hope to have your help, on your own terms, Mr. Heldar, to
assist us in arranging a little exhibition, which, backed by our name
and the influence we naturally command among the press, should be of
material service to you. Sketches such as yours----"
"Belong to me. You engaged me by wire, you paid me the lowest rates you
dared. You can't mean to keep them! Good God alive, man, they're all
I've got in the world! "
Torpenhow watched Dick's face and whistled.
"You're a great deal too kind, old man. "
"You didn't suppose you were going away from me, did you? " Torpenhow put
his hand on Dick's shoulder, and the two walked up and down the room,
henceforward to be called the studio, in sweet and silent communion.
They heard rapping at Torpenhow's door. "That's some ruffian come up
for a drink," said Torpenhow; and he raised his voice cheerily. There
entered no one more ruffianly than a portly middle-aged gentleman in
a satin-faced frockcoat. His lips were parted and pale, and there were
deep pouches under the eyes.
"Weak heart," said Dick to himself, and, as he shook hands, "very weak
heart. His pulse is shaking his fingers. "
The man introduced himself as the head of the Central Southern Syndicate
and "one of the most ardent admirers of your work, Mr. Heldar. I assure
you, in the name of the syndicate, that we are immensely indebted to
you; and I trust, Mr. Heldar, you won't forget that we were largely
instrumental in bringing you before the public. " He panted because of
the seven flights of stairs.
Dick glanced at Torpenhow, whose left eyelid lay for a moment dead on
his cheek.
"I shan't forget," said Dick, every instinct of defence roused in him.
"You've paid me so well that I couldn't, you know. By the way, when I am
settled in this place I should like to send and get my sketches. There
must be nearly a hundred and fifty of them with you. "
"That is er--is what I came to speak about. I fear we can't allow it
exactly, Mr. Heldar. In the absence of any specified agreement, the
sketches are our property, of course. "
"Do you mean to say that you are going to keep them? "
"Yes; and we hope to have your help, on your own terms, Mr. Heldar, to
assist us in arranging a little exhibition, which, backed by our name
and the influence we naturally command among the press, should be of
material service to you. Sketches such as yours----"
"Belong to me. You engaged me by wire, you paid me the lowest rates you
dared. You can't mean to keep them! Good God alive, man, they're all
I've got in the world! "
Torpenhow watched Dick's face and whistled.
