Devlin the BarberFarjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Devlin the Barber
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
"Well, sir, it was true I'd thought it, but I'll take my solemn oath I
never spoke it. It was jest as though that Devlin had my brains spread
open before him, and could see every thought as was passing through
'em. I was so overcome that I as good as swooned away, and I believe I
should have gone off in a dead faint if he hadn't put something strong
to my nose as made me almost sneeze my head off. And while I was
sneezing, there was Devlin and Lemon laughing fit to burst
theirselves. All the time he was dressing my hair that sort of thing
was going on; there wasn't a thought that come into my head that he
didn't tell me of the minute it was there, till he got me into that
state that I hardly knew whether I was asleep or awake. At last, sir,
he finished me up, and stepping back a little, he waved his hand and
said to Lemon,
"'There! what do you think of that?' meaning my hair.
"'Wonderful! Beautiful!' cried Lemon, clapping his hands and jumping
up and down in his chair, he was that egscited. 'I never saw nothing
like it in all my whole born days. It's a new style--quite a new
style, and so taking! The ladies 'll go wild over it. Where did you
git it from?'
"'From a place,' said Devlin, grinning right in my face, 'as shall be
nameless.'
"'But you'll tell me some day, won't you?' cried Lemon. 'Because there
might be other styles there as good as that, and we could make our
fortunes out of 'em.'
"'I'll take you there one day,' said Devlin, with an unearthly laugh,
'and you shall see for yourself.'
"'Do, do!' screamed Lemon. 'I'd give anything in the world to go there
with you!'
"'Good Lord save him!' I thought, looking at Lemon whose eyes was
almost starting out of his head. 'He's going mad, he's going mad!'
"'As to making our fortunes,' Devlin went on, 'why not? It shall be
so.'
"'It shall, it shall!' cried Lemon.
"'We'll make hunderds, thousands,' said Devlin.
"'We will, we will!' cried Lemon. 'Fanny shall ride in her own
kerridge.'
"'Fanny shall,' said Devlin.
"'The Lord forbid,' I thought, 'that I should ever ride in a kerridge
bought at sech a price!'
"I thought more free now that Devlin's hands was not in my hair; he
didn't seem to be able to read what I was thinking of so long as we
was apart.
"'I bind myself to you,' said Devlin to my poor dear Lemon, 'and you
bind yourself to me. The bargain's made. Your hand upon it.'
"Lemon gave him his hand, and whether it was fancy or not, it seemed
to me that Devlin grew and grew till he almost touched the ceiling;
and that, while he was bending over Lemon and looking down on him,
like one of them vampires you've read of, sir. Lemon kep growing
smaller and smaller till he was no better than a bag of bones.
"'We go out to-morrer morning,' said Devlin, 'you and me together, to
look for a shop. Is it agreed?'
"'It is,' answered Lemon, 'it is.'
"'We will set London on fire,' said Devlin.
"'We will, we will,' said Lemon; 'and we'll have shops all over it.'
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