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Clo stared as if O'Reilly had broken into some strange language which he expected her to understand. "Your wife?" "Well don't you expect to marry me? That's what happens when a girl and a man love each other."
It might easily be half an hour, Clo reminded herself, before she could hope to be called into consultation, or invited to hand over the precious bag. She looked wistfully toward the nearest end of the corridor. There, in front of a window, was a big brown trunk. She would go and sit on that trunk to rest. It was well within sight of Peterson's door. Her eyes would never leave that door!
It was very late now long after five. Sister was sure to be cross; but if she were cross only with Clo, and not Mrs. Sands, that wouldn't matter. Few things work out according to expectations. Sister Lake had been at the window, it seemed, when the car brought back Mrs. Sands and Clo before four o'clock, and had been alarmed when the former descended to hurry alone into the house.
Clo! Clo!" And with a shout the company drank to the toast. "There was a lock of that black hair clipt from her head once when she knew it not," Sir John cried next. "'Twas lost, by God, but 'twill be found again. Drink to its finding."
"And the beauty he makes his boast on is the Gloucestershire Wildairs handsome madcap the one they call Mistress Clo." My Lord Marquess rides to Camylott. When he went home my lord sate late over his books before he went to his chamber, yet he read but little, finding his mood disturbed by thoughts which passed through it in his despite.
"Bet your life you can!" the "kid" called after her. But as Kit ran downstairs, without stopping to look round, Clo dashed to her own open window. In a moment Kit's parasol went bobbing along the street. The coast was clear. Kit's manner made it certain that she had left the pearls behind. Violet would not come up for the two breakfast trays for a long time yet.
"Wouldst have thought I was too old to change," answered she, "but I was not. Did I not tell thee I would be a great lady. There is naught a man or woman cannot learn who hath the wit." "Thou hadst it, Clo," said Sir Jeoffry, gazing at her with a sort of slow wonder. "Thou hadst it. If thou hadst not !" He paused, and shook his head, and there was a rough emotion in his coarse face.
"Are you in a hurry?" he asked, "or shall we go a round-about way and talk things over? The Keller won't be at its best till nearly midnight." "I've a sort of appointment at eleven-thirty," Clo said. "But I'd like to be on the spot before that, for a look round to get my bearings. I daresay I can tell you the whole story in twelve minutes.
The next time I sees you, you'll go 'ome on a shutter." The old man took that, and that, and went on his way. The next day he came again. "Clo'! Clo'!" he whimpered. "What!" said the ruffian, his coarse cheeks flooded with angry blood. "Ev yer forgotten what I promised yer?" He seized Sleepy Sol by the scruff of the neck. "I say, why can't you leave the old man alone?"
"Sally, 'deed no!" cried Clo. "It's nuff fur her ter see such tings widout eatin' 'em a lazy, good-fur-notin' piece." "Den ter 'blige yer I'll dispose of it," said Dolf, and he did so in just three mouthfuls.
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