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Day explained to Franky that instead of having more tart, at that time of night, he must go to bed; and Bessie with excitement started a new idea. "I suppose that was what he came here for," she cried. "Sir Francis called, and found Reggie Forcus with me," she explained, turning to the boarder. "He came here spying upon me.
She knocked on the door; there was no bell, of course. But Franky pushed past her and opened the door, and sang out, in his raucous voice: "Hullo, mummer! Mummer!" Mamie echoed him in her equally raucous voice, full of dissonances. "Mummer! Mummer!"
You know, neither of you want me here." He longed to be off that instant. "Stay I must say one word to you. One word in private, if you please," Blanche said. "You can trust us together, can't you Henry?" The tone in which the word Henry was spoken, and the appeal, ravished Foker with delight. "Trust you!" said he; "Oh, who wouldn't trust you! Come along, Franky, my boy."
Half an hour after a cooling orange was held to Frank's parched lips, and Mary said, "Drink it, brother, I've got two more, besides some milk and bread," but the ear she addressed was deaf and the eye dim with the fast falling shadow of death. "Mother, mother!" cried the little girl, "Franky won't drink and his forehead is all sweat. Can't I hold you up while you come to him?" Mrs.
"Hurrah! for oud smoke-jack!" cried Bob, putting Franky softly down on the grass, before he whirled his hat round, preparatory to a shout. "Hurrah! hurrah!" from all the men. "There's the rim of my hat lying like a quoit yonder," observed Bob quietly, as he replaced his brimless hat on his head with the gravity of a judge.
"Better take 'em an' buy the young one some clothes," he said. "Who is this man?" demanded Maria, severely, of the laughing boy. "It's Mr. John Dorsey," replied Franky. Then a light of the underneath evil fire of the world broke upon Maria's senses. She repelled the man haughtily. "I don't want your money," said she.
Away from the thought of Miss Chaplin, and the necessity to set about finding a fresh situation. She had not wished to marry Reggie, but now that he was lost to her past recall, a value which for her he had not before possessed seemed to attach to him. How easy life would have been with him! Every day Franky might have gone for a drive; her mother could have turned her back on the grocer's shop
"Coman can't go on like this for ever. He'll get tired of the game soon if I know anything of trade and tradesmen then you can stick it on to your goods again." While the subject of the butter was being debated, the child Franky came in from afternoon school.
Her little Franky crushed to death beneath the wheels of the Forcus carriage! In her heart the mother would have liked Deleah to reject the good things offered her by the Forcus hand. "Of course I am not happy!" Deleah said. "How can I be happy, mama, if you are unhappy? And poor little Franky do you think I forget him? And Bernard, and poor papa?
It was here the children learned their lessons for school, the ladies worked, Franky played. It was spacious and cheerful, and held nothing that rough usage would spoil. All the most comfortable chairs in the house were pulled up to the hearth, upon which Franky's cats were allowed to lie, and Bernard's dog. A canary, Deleah's especial protegee, hung in the window. Mr.
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