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And yet I well deserved that rebuke, for I did not knightly, and therefore I have lost the love of her and of Sir Tristram for ever; and I have many times enforced myself to do many deeds for La Beale Isoud's sake, and she was the causer of my worship-winning.

"To look for some tools 'e mislaid there a year ago when 'e was on a plumbing job and they won't let 'im 'ave them back, not by fair means, they won't. That's what for." "Rats!" said Dickie briefly. "I ain't a baby. It's burgling, that's what it is." "You'll a jolly sight too fond of calling names," said Beale anxiously. "Never mind what it is. You be a good boy, matey, and do what you're told.

The wretched truth, Mrs. Beale had to confess, was that she had hoped against hope and that in the Regent's Park it was impossible Sir Claude should really be in and out. Hadn't they at last to look the fact in the face? it was too disgustingly evident that no one after all had been squared. Well, if no one had been squared it was because every one had been vile.

Dr. Galbraith took his tea now and sat down. He had come for a special purpose, and hastened to broach the subject at once. "Have you decided where to go this winter?" he asked Mrs. Beale. "You will be having another attack of bronchitis, and then you will not be able to travel. It is not safe to put it off too long."

In his soft, feminine voice he said: "I think I may be able to creep in the night, through the Mexican lines. I can hasten then to San Diego, and inform Commodore Stockton of our peril. He will hasten to the rescue. I am willing to try." Immediately Lieutenant Beale, of the United States Navy, one of the most heroic of men, added, "I will go with him." General Kearney accepted the noble offer.

The door of one of the dog-rooms was open, and a fringe of inquisitive dogs ornamented the passage. "What you open that door at all for?" Mr. Beale asked Amelia. "I didn't," she said, and stuck to it. That afternoon Beale, smoking in the garden, got up, as he often did, to look through the window at the dogs. He gazed a moment, muttered something, and made one jump to the back door. It was closed.

That leaped out of the open arms, the open eyes, the open mouth; it leaped out with Mrs. Beale's loud cry at her: "I'm free, I'm free!" The greatest wonder of all was the way Mrs. Beale addressed her announcement, so far as could be judged, equally to Mrs. Wix, who, as if from sudden failure of strength, sank into a chair while Maisie surrendered to the visitor's embrace.

Angelica exclaimed in her astonishment and horror under her breath, slipping her hand from the bishop's arm. She had seen enough in one momentary glance, and she fled from the room. The bishop followed her. Mrs. Beale was there when they entered, standing behind her daughter's chair, but she did not look at her husband, nor he at her.

"Thank you very much," said Dickie; "you've been a good friend to me. I hope some day I shall do you a better turn than the little you make out of my boxes and things." The Jew sold the wrought-iron box that very week for twenty guineas. And Dickie and Mr. Beale now possessed twenty-seven pounds. New clothes were bought more furniture. Twenty-two pounds of the money was put in the savings bank.

"What unhappy experience are you alluding to, Boy?" said the Tenor, concerned. "I was thinking of Edith poor Edith Beale," the Boy replied, "But don't ask me to tell you that story if you have not heard it. It makes my blood boil with indignation." "I have heard it," the Tenor answered sadly. "But, Boy, dear, every honest man deplores such circumstances as much as you do."