A Comedy of Masks - A Novel by Arthur Moore;Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Eastern, and I went up to him in the City this morning. He hasn't
been here more than half an hour." "Nobody told me," said Lightmark. "Gad! I am glad. I will take him up the picture. Will you carry the other traps into the house, Bullen?" He packed them up, and then stood a trifle irresolutely, his hand feeling over the coins in his pocket. Presently he produced two of them, a sovereign and a shilling. "By the way, Bullen!" he said, "there is a little function common in your trade, the gift of a new hat. It costs a guinea, I am told; though judging from the general appearance of longshoremen, the result seems a little inadequate. Bullen, we are pretty old friends now, and I expect I shall not be down here so often just at present. Allow me--to give you a new hat." The foreman's huge fist closed on the artist's slender one. "Thank you, sir! You are such a facetious gentleman. You may depend upon me." "I do," said Lightmark, with a sudden lapse into seriousness, and frowning a little. If something had cast a shadow over the artist for the moment he must have had a faculty of quick recovery, for there was certainly no shade of constraint upon his handsome face when a minute later he made his way up the balcony steps and into the office labelled |
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