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'e's mad for 'er, 'e is 'e'd ruin 'isself, body and soul, for 'er, 'e would, but I ain't goin' to ofer no more; no woman as ever breathed no matter 'ow 'andsome an' up-standin' is worth more 'n a 'undred guineas it ain't as if she was a blood-mare an' I'm done!" "Then I wish you good-day!" "But just think a 'undred guineas is a fortun'!" "It is!" said I.
"There was my father's brother, which, of course, makes 'im my uncle," went on the landlady, pouring out a cup of coffee for Brian, "an' the blood 'e 'ad was somethin' astoundin', which it made 'im sleep that long as they 'ad to draw pints from 'im afore 'e'd wake in the mornin'." Brian had the ARGUS before his face, and under its friendly cover he laughed quietly to himself.
When Mrs. Brown entered the room ten minutes later, Mr. Jones was still asleep, Jumble was still performing, and Messrs. Blake and Johnson were standing in negligent attitudes against the wall appraising the eager Jumble with sportsmanlike eyes. "'E's no breed," Mr. Blake was saying, "but 'e's orl roight. I'd loik to see 'im arfter a rat. I bet 'e'd " Seeing Mrs.
They say murder will out, an' I believe it now. If this 'appened to anybody else, 'e'd go mad. But I can stand it. I'm tough. I fought my way up from the gutter. An' ye're the woman that I worshipped....For God's sake, woman, speak! Make up something that I can believe. Say yer never 'ad a 'and in this, an' I'll kiss the ground yer walk on. No, it wouldn't be any use.
"It was a small moroccer-bound pocket-book, full of indelible pencil- writin' in French, for I could plainly discern the doodeladays, which is about as far as my education runs. "'Op fists it open and peruses. 'E'd known an 'arf-caste Frenchwoman pretty intricate before he was married; when he was trained man in a stinkin' gunboat up the Saigon River.
An' 'e'd bin alone the 'ole o' that blessed night a dyin', an' sensible they say to the last, an' not a soul to give 'im so much as a drink, an' the thirst awful, so I'm told.
O' course, all this suited Bob Pretty as well as could be, and 'e was that good-tempered 'e'd got a nice word for everybody, and when Bill Chambers told 'im 'e was foolhardy 'e only laughed and said 'e knew wot 'e was about. But the very next night 'e had reason to remember Bill Chambers's words.
"Everybody knows 'e's half crazy after you." "I don't know that I don't like 'im best, even without the money," said Miss Kybird, calmly. "Nobody could 'ave been more attentive than 'im. I believe that 'e'd marry me if 'e 'ad a hundred thousand, but it looks better your way." "Better all round," said Nathan Smith, with at approving nod.
"Well," said Peacock, "thot beats mae. I sud navver a thought thot t' owd maare could a got away from t' doctor's horse. Nat ef e'd a mind t' paass 'er." "No," said Gwenda. She was thinking, "It's Mary. It's Mary. How could she, when she knew, when she was on her honor not to think of him?" And she remembered a conversation she had had with her stepmother two months ago, when the news came.
An' they keepers come an' found 'im under a tree, fast asleep like David in the Cave of Adullam, Peter, wi' a couple o' rabbits as 'e'd snared.
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