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Friends of Sidney's, a man and wife of middle age without children, happened to be looking for lodgings: it was decided that they and John Hewett should join in the tenancy of a fiat, up on the fifth storey of the huge block of tenements called Farringdon Road Buildings.
The Evening Star chanced to be not far from the admiral when the steamer appeared. It was one of the fleet of steam-carriers owned by the well-known fish firm of Messrs. Hewett and Company of London. When it passed David Bright's smack the crew had got in the trawl and were cleaning and packing the catch which was a good one as if their very lives depended on their speed.
Phyllis was in mental constitution like her father, single-hearted and submissive not bright any more than Bell Hewett was bright, but contented and trustful as long as she was suffered to be so. She had been enduring harder and harder lines at home. She found existence actually brightening instead of darkening round her when she was transferred to "Robinson's."
The conversation originated in Jane's bringing the news that Hewett and his family had at length left Mrs. Peckover's house. For two years things had gone miserably with them, their only piece of good fortune being the death of the youngest child. John was confirmed in a habit of drinking.
Harbouring no doubt of the information thus mysteriously sent him the handwriting seemed to be that of a man, but gave no further hint as to its origin Hewett the next day journeyed down into Lancashire, Sidney supplying him with money.
There was jubilation in Clerkenwell Close, but mother and daughter kept stern watch upon Joseph's proceedings. Another acquaintance of ours benefited by this event. Michael made it a stipulation that some kind of work should be found at the factory for John Hewett, who, since his wife's death, had been making a wretched struggle to establish a more decent home for the children.
"But you never tell us any stories about Africa." "I've got out of practice for story-telling, little one." "But Colonel Hewett tells us plenty," naming a neighbour, "and yet he hasn't been so much in Africa as you have." "Ah, he'll never get out of practice in that line," returned Laurence, with the same quizzical laugh.
We reached Jindey the same day, having crossed the Walli creek, a branch of the Gambia, and rested at the house of a black woman, who had formerly been the chere amie of a white trader named Hewett; and who, in consequence thereof, was called, by way of distinction, Seniora.
Pennyloaf paced the length of the Passage several times, meeting no one. Then a policeman came along with echoing tread, and eyed her suspiciously. She had to wait more than a quarter of an hour before Bob Hewett made his appearance. Greeting her with a nod and a laugh, he took up a leaning position against the wall, and began to put questions concerning the state of things at her home.
Hewett was very ill indeed; and it was scarcely to be expected she would live more than a few days. 'You mean that? exclaimed Kirkwood, upon whom, after his week of holiday and of mental experiences which seemed to have changed the face of the world for him, this sudden announcement came with a painful shock, reviving all the miserable past. 'She is dying? 'There's no doubt of it.
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