E. W. Hornung

E. W. Hornung

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Portrait of E. W. Hornung E. W. Hornung Witching Hill — Under Arms (1913)

So was the grave face turned upon Colonel Cheffins. But its very gravity angered and alarmed me, and I was determined to have his decision in more explicit terms.
"Then the pistol's yours, is it, Uvo?" I asked, with the most disingenuous grin that I could muster.
"Till death us do part!" he answered. And his laugh jarred every fibre in my body.
I never knew how seriously to take him; that was the worst of his elusive humour, or it may be of my own deficiency in any such quality. I confess I like a man to laugh at his own jokes, and to look as though he meant the things he does mean.
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Portrait of E. W. Hornung E. W. Hornung Witching Hill — Under Arms (1913)

And so did I as the dapper little coach smiled cheerily under the hall lamp, and I shut the door on him and ran up to Uvo's room two steps at a time. But on the threshold I fell back, for an instant, as though that accursed revolver covered me; for he was seated at his desk, his back to the room, his thumb on the trigger—and the muzzle in his right ear.
I crept upon him and struck it upwards with a blow that sent the weapon flying from his grasp. It had not exploded; it was in my pocket before he could turn upon me with a startled oath.
"What are you playing at, my good fellow?" cried he.
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Portrait of E. W. Hornung E. W. Hornung Witching Hill — Under Arms (1913)

And it was worst of all when the smile faded from the face to gather in the eyes, in a liquid look of unfathomable cynicism, new to me in Uvo Delavoye, and yet mysteriously familiar and repellent.
"Yes; they're certainly a drawback, Gillon, but I don't know that they've a right to be anything more. We don't ask to be put into this world; surely we can put ourselves out if it amuses us."
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