We English are often that way.
At ten o'clock we closed the Grill upon a day that had been historic
in the truest sense of the word. I shouldered the sleeping nipper. He
still passionately clutched the beef-rib and for some reason I felt
averse to depriving him of it, even though it would mean a spotty
top-coat.
Strangely enough, we talked but little in our walk. It seemed rather
too tremendous to talk of.
When I gave the child into her arms at the door it had become half
awake.
"Ruggums!" it muttered sleepily.
"Ruggums!" echoed the mother, and again, very softly in the still
night: "Ruggums--Ruggums!"
* * * * *
That in the few months since that rather agreeable night I have
acquired the title of Red Gap's social dictator cannot be denied. More
than one person of discernment may now be heard to speak of my
"reign," though this, of course, is coming it a bit thick.
The removal by his lordship of one who, despite her sterling
qualities, had been a source of discord, left the social elements of
the town in a state of the wildest disorganization. And having for
myself acquired a remarkable prestige from my intimate association
with the affair, I promptly seized the reins and drew the scattered
forces together.
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