The Divine Fire by May Sinclair
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was amused when anybody showed a marked distaste for his society.
"Your business, not mine, this time, Rick. I happen to know of a ripping old library for sale down in Devonshire. Shouldn't have thought of it if I hadn't seen you." "Well?" Rickman's face expressed an utter inability to perceive the connection. Once the iron shutters had closed on Rickman's he felt that he was no more a part of it. Words could not express his abhorrence of the indecent people who insisted on talking shop out of shop hours. And Dicky never had any decency. "Well--it's practically on our hands, d'ye see? And if your people care to take over the whole lot, I can let you have it pretty reasonably." Rickman's face emptied itself of all expression whatever. "I say, you are a cool young cuss. Is this the way you generally do business?" "I'll think it over." "Wouldn't think too long if I were you. It ought to go by auction, and it might; only private contract's preferred." "Why preferred?" "Out of respect for the feelin's of the family." |
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