The Matador of the Five Towns and Other Stories

ound his more private soul had yielded to my timid but constant attacks, we grew fairly intimate. And in particular the doctor proved to me that his reputation for persuasive raciness w

e study telling each other stories. We had dealt with the arts, and with medicine; now we were dealing with life, in those aspects of it which cause men to laugh and women uneasily to wonder.

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s repeated

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h the surgery to the side door, I following,

e to locate the bell-push in the dark, he had characteristically attacked the sole illuminated window. He de

hesitated

my man," sai

spicious voice on th

. I'll run up in the car." Stirling shut the doo

to me. "And what a

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ept up ther

roisterously. "It's a p

nt door on our way forth. Very soon we were vibrating up a steep street on the first speed of the car, and the yellow reflections of distant furnaces began to shine over house roofs below us. It was exhilaratingly cold, a clear and

pect this,"

eeing that he fetche

ry capable. Knew all about everything. Until ye get to the high social status of a clerk or a d

k there's anythin

t be su

The night and the mission solemnized us. And gradually, as we rose towards the purp

ley Town Hall," he said, pointing to the left. And there were many other beacons, do

Toft End. I saw a moving red light in front of us. It was the reverse of Hyatt's bicycle lantern. The car stopped near the dark fa?ade of the inn,

ished the acetylene lamps, and there was no light in the yard except the ray of the bicycle lantern which Myatt held in his hand.