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Such was his haste that in passing the corner of the bridge he scarcely observed a knot of children gathered thereby, until 'Beida's voice hailed him and brought him to a halt. "Mr Nanjivell!" "Hey! Is that you, Missy?" Nicky-Nan wheeled half-about. "If you had eyes in your head, you wouldn' be starin' at me," said 'Beida, "but at 'Bert.
"You're not a woman yet. When the time comes you may start cryin' or you mayn't. But I'll take even money you box 'Biades' ears." 'Beida's glance travelled to that forlorn child. "I'll not take any bet," she announced; "when you know that it may be necessary at any moment he's that unaccountable." She lifted her voice so that the innocent culprit could not avoid hearing.
'Beida's eyes were bright and her cheeks flushed. "War's a funny thing," she mused. "Where do you feel it, Mother?" "Don't clacky so much, that's a darlin', but go on with your breakfast." But Mrs Penhaligon heaved a sigh that was answer enough. "Well, I wanted to know, because down by Quay-end I heard old Aun' Rundle say it made her feel like the bottom of her stomach was fallin' out.
It was the child 'Beida's voice, calling from below. "Are you upstairs, Mister Nanjivell? I want to see you in such a hurry!" Following up her summons, she arrived panting at the open doorway. "O-oh!" she cried, after a catch of the breath.
"Well," said 'Bert, addressing Mr Pamphlett and his face, though pale, was dogged "if 'Beida's willin', I'd as lief get it off my mind. . . . The first thing, sir, was P'liceman Rat-it-all's comin' to me, Tuesday evenin': an' he said to me, 'What be you doin' to occupy yourself as a Boy Scout, now that this here coast-watchin's off? " "I didn' say 'off," interrupted Rat-it-all.
"Lord sakes!" she exclaimed. "Be that the drum already? What a whirl one does live in! and if there's one thing I hate more'n another, 'tis to be fussed." "What about the children, ma'am?" "The children? . . . Gone on this half-hour, I should hope. 'Beida's a good gel enough, when once ye've coaxed her into her best things. It sobers her you can't think.
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