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He certainly seemed to have managed the matter wonderfully well. "You don't mean to say that you carry ghosts about in bags?" I remarked, with diffidence. Mr. Abrahams smiled a smile of superior knowledge.
"Just at the most unlucky time," said the professor, with a sigh, as they sat near, watching the patient, who had sunk into the desired sleep; "but we must make the best of it. Here, Sam, we must eat and drink whatever happens." "Breakfast is quite ready, sir," was the reply; "but I haven't seen anything of Mr Abrahams this morning."
However, I'm in earnest. I won't be a respectable high-hatted member of the community not even for your sake, dear. Why, I might as well go back to my ugly real name, Samuel Abrahams, at once." "So you might, dear," said Addie boldly, and smiled into his eyes to temper her audacity. "Ah, well, I think it'll be quite enough if you change your name," he said, smiling back.
Abraham's protestations of fairness were accompanied by a cunning leer and a wink from one or other of his wicked little eyes, the impression of candour was somewhat weakened. "When are you going to do it?" I asked reverentially. "Ten minutes to one in the morning," said Mr. Abrahams, with decision.
It was only very gradually that my misty brain took these things in, and grasped the connection between them. Reader, I have never seen Mr. Abrahams since; I have never seen the plate stamped with the resuscitated family crest; hardest of all, I have never caught a glimpse of the melancholy spectre with the trailing garments, nor do I expect that I ever shall.
"Knew there was something I'd meant to tell you," said Mr. Abrahams, absently chasing a piece of bread round his plate with a stout finger. "You remember that girl I told you about some time back girl working at the Garden girl called Nicholas, who came into a bit of money and threw up her job..." "I remember. You liked her. Jakie, dear, don't gobble." "Ain't gobbling," said Master Abrahams.
But if he was going to Palestine, what mattered? Also, there was Margaret: she should go out as a Jewess. She arrived at "Silverfern" in the charge of a Jewish clerk, and the Abrahams received her as an afflicted orphan, committed to Frankl by her father; she, like Rebekah, to go under their care. Well, the evening before the departure, Mr. and Mrs.
"Yes," he said; "it is old-fashioned, and not new and civilised like things in Cairo, but it is grand, and I am proud of the Hakim and my camels; are not you?" "Not a bit of it!" said Sam contemptuously. "It's all very well for you, Mr Abrahams, being a native and used to it. But me, an Englishman a Londoner proud of it! Why, I wonder at you."
I hope she'll stay. But don't it show you?" "Ah!" said Mrs. Abrahams, with more enthusiasm than before. It had not worked out such a bad story after all. In its essentials it was not unlike the film she had seen the previous evening Gloria Gooch in "A Girl against the World." "Pop!" said Master Abrahams. "Yes, Jakie?" "When I'm grown up, I won't never lose no money.
"Everybody liked her," said Mr. Abrahams. "The nicest girl I ever hired, and I don't hire none but nice girls, because the Garden's a nice place, and I like to run it nice. I wouldn't give you a nickel for any of your tough joints where you get nothing but low-lifes and scare away all the real folks. Everybody liked Sally Nicholas.
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