I do not like his
ever having to throw any one into that horrid place, no more does he, but
the Rangership is exactly the sort of thing to suit him, and the opening
was too good to lose. I must now leave you, and get ready for the
Mayor's banquet. We shall meet again to-morrow evening. Try and eat
what I have brought you in this basket. I hope you will like the wine."
She put out her hand, which my father took, and in another moment she was
gone, for she saw a look in his face as though he would fain have asked
her to let him once more press his lips to hers. Had he done this,
without thinking about it, it is likely enough she would not have been
ill pleased. But who can say?
For the rest of the evening my father was left very much to his own not
too comfortable reflections. He spent part of it in posting up the notes
from which, as well as from his own mouth, my story is in great part
taken. The good things that Yram had left with him, and his pipe, which
she had told him he might smoke quite freely, occupied another part, and
by ten o'clock he went to bed.
CHAPTER XXII: MAINLY OCCUPIED WITH A VERACIOUS EXTRACT FROM A
SUNCH'STONIAN JOURNAL
While my father was thus wiling away the hours in his cell, the whole
town was being illuminated in his honour, and not more than a couple of
hundred yards off, at the Mayor's banquet, he was being extolled as a
superhuman being.
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