“If you really are going
to wait, make yourself as comfortable as you can. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up,
sending the chair clattering to the floor. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under
modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was
still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all
its peculiar force. It was explosive
and gratifying. Kneebone took his
leave. He had finally put aside The Lilac
Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had
brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. Here they
would be having lunch. "
"Iss, missis," grinned the black.
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