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Page 51
"Well, anyhow, some people like them very much," said Antony,
reproachfully. He moved on to the next row of shelves. "The
Drama. The Restoration dramatists. You can have most of them.
Still, as you well remark, many people seem to love them. Shaw,
Wilde, Robertson--I like reading plays, Bill. There are not many
people who do, but those who do are usually very keen. Let us
pass on."
"I say, we haven't too much time," said Bill restlessly.
"We haven't. That's why we aren't wasting any. Poetry. Who
reads poetry nowadays? Bill, when did you last read 'Paradise
Lost'?"
"Never."
"I thought not. And when did Miss Calladine last read 'The
Excursion' aloud to you?"
"As a matter of fact, Betty--Miss Calladine--happens to be jolly
keen on what's the beggar's name?"
"Never mind his name. You have said quite enough. We pass on."
He moved on to the next shelf.
"Biography. Oh, lots of it. I love biographies. Are you a
member of the Johnson Club? I bet Mark is. 'Memories of Many
Courts' I'm sure Mrs. Calladine reads that. Anyway, biographies
are just as interesting as most novels, so why linger? We pass
on." He went to the next shelf, and then gave a sudden whistle.
"Hallo, hallo!"
"What's the matter?" said Bill rather peevishly.
"Stand back there. Keep the crowd back, Bill. We are getting
amongst it. Sermons, as I live. Sermons. Was Mark's father a
clergyman, or does Mark take to them naturally?"
"His father was a parson, I believe. Oh, yes, I know he was."
"Ah, then these are Father's books. 'Half-Hours with the
Infinite' I must order that from the library when I get back.
'The Lost Sheep,' 'Jones on the Trinity,' 'The Epistles of St.
Paul Explained.' Oh, Bill, we're amongst it. 'The Narrow Way,
being Sermons by the Rev. Theodore Ussher' hal-LO!"
"What is the matter?"
"William, I am inspired. Stand by." He took down the Reverend
Theodore Ussher's classic work, looked at it with a happy smile
for a moment, and then gave it to Bill.
"Here, hold Ussher for a bit."
Bill took the book obediently.
"No, give it me back. Just go out into the hall, and see if you
can hear Cayley anywhere. Say 'Hallo' loudly, if you do."
Bill went out quickly, listened, and came back.
"It's all right."
"Good." He took the book out of its shelf again. "Now then, you
can hold Ussher. Hold him in the left hand so. With the right
or dexter hand, grasp this shelf firmly so. Now, when I say
'Pull,' pull gradually. Got that?"
Bill nodded, his face alight with excitement.
"Good." Antony put his hand into the space left by the stout
Ussher, and fingered the hack of the shelf. "Pull," he said.
Bill pulled.
"Now just go on pulling like that. I shall get it directly. Not
hard, you know, but just keeping up the strain."
His fingers went at it again busily.
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