"Damnation!" exclaimed one of the leaders of the party in a furious tone,
snatching a torch from an attendant, and throwing its light full upon the face of
the carpenter; "this is not the villain, Sir Cecil. "Now come along, Jack. "Anywhere," he said in answer to the manager's query. "Darrell's job was done early this morning," he said; "and if I'd attended to his
advice, the packing-case would have been finished at the same time. I mean Miss Charvill no harm. It was horrible, but what
could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and
insults, to prevent her. His tone was kind and sympathetic. Eventually this comradeship
(slightly resented by Rollo) reached a point where he could call out from the
study: "Hey, Ruth!—come and tell me what you think of this. She had
tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There
IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar,
which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better,
and as an Arab sheik. There was a second co-respondent. She wished he could smoke and dull his nerves a
little.
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