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    The Celebrity, Volume 03
    The Celebrity, Volume 03
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    The Celebrity, Volume 03

    By Winston Churchill

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    Release dateNov 25, 2013
    The Celebrity, Volume 03
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    Winston Churchill

    Sir Winston Churchill was a British military man, statesman, and Nobel-prize winning author, and, by virtue of his service during both the First and Second World Wars, is considered to be one of the greatest wartime leaders of the twentieth century. Born to the aristocracy, Churchill pursued a career in the British Army, seeing action in British India and in the Second Boer War, and later drew upon his experiences in these historic conflicts in his work as a war correspondent and writer. After retiring from active duty, Churchill moved into politics and went on to hold a number of important positions in the British government. He rose to the role of First Lord of the Admiralty during the First World War and later to the role of prime minister, a position that he held twice, from 1940-1945 and from 1951-1955. A visionary statesman, Churchill was remarkable for his ability to perceive emerging threats to international peace, and predicted the rise of Nazi Germany, the Second World War, and the Iron Curtain. In his later years Churchill returned to writing, penning the six-volume Second World War series, A History of the English-Speaking Peoples, and many other historical and biographical works. Winston Churchill died in 1965 and, after one of the largest state funerals to that point in time, was interred in his family’s burial plot.

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      The Celebrity, Volume 03 - Winston Churchill

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Celebrity, Volume 3, by Winston Churchill

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net

      Title: The Celebrity, Volume 3

      Author: Winston Churchill

      Release Date: October 19, 2004 [EBook #5385]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CELEBRITY, VOLUME 3 ***

      Produced by David Widger

      THE CELEBRITY

      By Winston Churchill

      VOLUME 3.

      CHAPTER IX

      That evening I lighted a cigar and went down to sit on the outermost pile of the Asquith dock to commune with myself. To say that I was disappointed in Miss Thorn would be to set a mild value on my feelings. I was angry, even aggressive, over her defence of the Celebrity. I had gone over to Mohair that day with a hope that some good reason was at the bottom of her tolerance for him, and had come back without any hope. She not only tolerated him, but, wonderful to be said, plainly liked him. Had she not praised him, and defended him, and become indignant when I spoke my mind about him? And I would have taken my oath, two weeks before, that nothing short of hypnotic influence could have changed her. By her own confession she had come to Asquith with her eyes opened, and, what was more, seen another girl wrecked on the same reef.

      Farrar followed me out presently, and I had an impulse to submit the problem as it stood to him. But it was a long story, and I did not believe that if he were in my boots he would have consulted me. Again, I sometimes thought Farrar yearned for confidences, though it was impossible for him to confide. And he wore an inviting air to-night. Then, as everybody knows, there is that about twilight and an after-dinner cigar which leads to communication. They are excellent solvents. My friend seated himself on the pile next to mine, and said,

      It strikes me you have been behaving rather queer lately, Crocker.

      This was clearly an invitation from Farrar, and I melted.

      I admit, said I, that I am a good deal perplexed over the contradictions of the human mind.

      Oh, is that all? he replied dryly. I supposed it was worse. Narrower, I mean. Didn't know you ever bothered yourself with abstract philosophy.

      See here, Farrar, said I, what is your opinion of Miss Thorn?

      He stopped kicking his feet against the pile and looked up.

      Miss Thorn?

      Yes, Miss Thorn, I repeated with emphasis. I knew he had in mind that abominable twaddle about the canoe excursions.

      Why, to tell the truth, said he, "I never had any opinion of Miss

      Thorn."

      You mean you never formed any, I suppose, I returned with some tartness.

      Yes, that is it. How darned precise you are getting, Crocker! One would think you were going to write a rhetoric. What put Miss Thorn into your head?

      I have been coaching beside her this afternoon.

      Oh! said Farrar.

      Do you remember the night she came, I asked, and we sat with her on the Florentine porch, and Charles Wrexell recognized her and came up?

      Yes, he replied with awakened interest, and I meant to ask you about that.

      Miss Thorn had met him in the East. And I gathered from what she told me that he has followed her out here.

      Shouldn't wonder, said Farrar. Don't much blame him, do you? Is that what troubles you? he asked, in surprise.

      Not precisely, I answered vaguely; but from what she has said then and since, she made it pretty clear that she hadn't any use for him; saw through him, you know.

      Pity her if she didn't. But what did she say?

      I repeated the conversations I had had with Miss Thorn, without revealing

      Mr. Allen's identity with the celebrated author.

      That is rather severe, he assented.

      He decamped for Mohair, as you know, and since that time she has gone back on every word of it. She is with him morning and evening, and, to crown all, stood up for him through thick and thin to-day, and praised him. What do you think of that?

      What I should have expected in a woman, said he, nonchalantly.

      They aren't all alike, I retorted.

      He shook out his pipe, and getting down from his high seat laid his hand on my knee.

      I thought so once, old fellow, he whispered, and went off down the dock.

      This was the nearest Farrar ever came to a confidence.

      I have now to chronicle a curious friendship which had its beginning at this time. The friendships of the other sex are quickly made, and sometimes as quickly dissolved. This one interested me more than I care to own. The next morning Judge Short, looking somewhat dejected after the overnight conference he had had with his wife, was innocently and somewhat ostentatiously engaged in tossing quoits with me in front of the inn, when Miss Thorn drove up in a basket cart. She gave me a bow which proved that she bore no ill-will for that which I had said about her hero. Then Miss Trevor appeared, and away

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