William MacLeod Raine

William MacLeod Raine

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Portrait of William MacLeod Raine William MacLeod Raine From the Chops of the Lion (1901)

What is the meaning of this fairy-tale you are telling about Captain Macquoid? Is it a new diversion for my amusement? And have these good men a part in it? Alack, your efforts to amuse grow wearisome, sir,” she told him with lazy scorn.
The Hon. Levering Blanke looked like a whipped cur, his face gone pale in blotches beside the patches of paint. He was a man of no force of character, but on my soul, I think he loved her with all the sordid little heart was left him after forty years of selfishness.
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Portrait of William MacLeod Raine William MacLeod Raine From the Chops of the Lion (1901)

If not, Jack Ludwyck goes straight home.” Then to me: “You must know, Captain Macquoid, that all London has been captured by a bewitching little rebel from the colonies. Egad, she tucks away our scalps in that trim belt of hers as composedly as any of her native redskin chiefs. There are a dozen titles dangling round her. Faith, she may have Jack Ludwyck any time she beckons with that imperious little nod of hers. Blanke here wants her, but zounds! he has no chance—too fat, too old, and too conceited,” the candid youth concluded affably.
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Portrait of William MacLeod Raine William MacLeod Raine From the Chops of the Lion (1901)

Blanke say?” stormed the little lady. “I have known this gentleman all my life. We were brought up side by side on neighboring estates. Forsooth! I ought to know him. But what does Mr. Blanke say? I hear him say nothing. He seems to me to stand there like a wart, a necessary evil, but scarcely an ornamental one. Speak out, Sir Silent, unless that you be dumb,” she taunted, as the fine ladies of the period were wont to do.
Old Brooke grinned at him out of toothless gums, and Ludwyck laughed outright in his face, for Blanke looked his name to the life.
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