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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"

It was a tough rack, St. Anthony, but you"re all right now."
"I oughtn't to have seen her moving about these rooms as if they belonged to
her. That's what upset me. It gives a lonely man a sort of hankering, doesn't
it?" said Torpenhow, piteously.
"Now you talk sense. It does. But, since you aren't in a condition to discuss
the disadvantages of double housekeeping, do you know what you're going to do?"
"I don't. I wish I did."
"You're going away for a season on a brilliant tour to regain tone. You"re
going to Brighton, or Scarborough, or Prawle Point, to see the ships go by. And
you're going at once. Isn't it odd? I'll take care of Binkie, but out you go
immediately. Never resist the devil. He holds the bank. Fly from him. Pack your
things and go."
"I believe you're right. Where shall I go?"
"And you call yourself a special correspondent! Pack first and inquire
afterwards."
An hour later Torpenhow was despatched into the night for a hansom.
"You'll probably think of some place to go to while you're moving," said Dick.
"On to Euston, to begin with, and--oh yes--get drunk tonight."
He returned to the studio, and lighted more candles, for he found the room very
dark.
"Oh, you Jezebel! you futile little Jezebel! Won't you hate me tomorrow!--
Binkie, come here.


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