The Argosy — page 207: what you’re looking at

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190 Lady Grace. Charles was silent. He remembered how passionately he and Cyras had loved each other as boys, although Cyras did put upon him and tyrannize over him; and he asked himself whether he should give up his own marriage for a time, and save his brother. He had about two thousand pounds put by ; part of it he had saved by degrees, part had come to him by a recent legacy. If he gave that to Cyras, his own marriage must be delayed, but he knew Mary would wait for him. It would be a grievous disappointment to both of them : but should disappointment be placed in comparison with his friendless brother’s welfare—his welfare in this world, and, it might be, in that to come? ‘The other two thousand would no doubt be managed amongst them—possibly by Lord Avon. “You have not told me her name, Cyras.” “Anna, Anna Jansen. ‘To me the prettiest name in the world. Ah, Charley, if you only knew her !” Charles fell into deep thought. When supper was over, Cyras brought out his meerschaum again. It was nearly one o’clock when he took his departure. Charles went down the stairs with him. “You have not told me where you are staying, Cyras.” ** Here, there and everywhere. Just now I am at the Tavistock. Good-night, Charley boy: 4 demain.” Charles released his hand, and stood a moment to watch him away. Cyras broke into a song as he crossed the flags, regaling the slumbers of Pump Court with the sentiments of the renowned Mr. Paul Clifford : ‘Oh, there never was life like the robber’s, So jolly, so bold, so free! — And its end? Why, acheer from the crowd below, And a leap from a leafless tree.”’ ( To be continued. ) COMI1EOOOKS.<@