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Excerpt from The Cotton Broker
There he goes Bannister - his charmingly sinister face, like that of a well-bred and agreeable pirate, puckered up with the effort, - Watched the retreating figure, straight, powerful and lissom in movement, and clad in those lustrous and dashing tweeds which a poor man is afraid to put on lest the coat look shabby before it is threadbare. That's the man - a carry over from something he must have said to me before but that I hadn't given much attention to. That's Crossford - Prosperity Crossford.
The use of the sobriquet had its effect in bringing things back. I, too, had heard about some Prosperity. The remarkable part of it was, however, that attached in my mind to my Prosperity was something in the nature of an interrogation. I could not really remem ber what it was all about the mind experiences just such ?oating mists as those that roll up and blot out green slopes while you are looking abstractedly groundwards. Recovering your loftier perspective at last rather indolently, you are content to let the dead past experience bury its dead. It is, maybe, not now but a year afterwards that you remember that before the mist came there was a strange scree that looked down, its face moist and shining, dark-emerald, high above you. But the rock, not being at that moment riven, you let it go at that.
Well, here was I with my mind rather harking back without knowing exactly to what. I'd certainly known of some, if not known this Prosperity.
But I didn't think it was the feeling of uncertainty in my own mind which was responsible for the quality of the tentative in Bannister's tones. You may say that, having that sense of pause, of waiting either for the dawning of some intuition which would enable you to say more, made me imagine that there was something irresolute in Bannister's tone and attitude, as well as in that spareness of words of his, which seemed to fit the man with his gaunt face and long lean body.
Prosperity, he turned the word about on his tongue like a man tasting something about which he isn't quite sure, and then he looked at his boot. I suppose so, I suppose so.
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