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Do you feel sick?" asked the father. "No, I'm not sick," he answered. "You play altogether too hard. Take it easy. The snow will last a long time," went on Mr. Bobbsey. After lunch Bert did not dare to go back to school. But he could think of no excuse for staying home and at last set off in company with Nan. He looked around for Danny, but the big lad did not show himself.
That is to say, I may have seen her once or twice, with Osman, when we happened to pass the veiled woman and her husband on the street, and I believe she did stand still and look after us. I thought, at the time, it was on Osman's account, and probably it was. How could the rich lady have turned to look at the poor lad Mohammed Ali? And now to other matters.
Tantaine's face had a most benign expression upon it, and in a most paternal voice he exclaimed, "And so here you are at last, my lad; and, bless me, how fine! why, you look like a real swell." But Toto was terribly disconcerted.
Oh, befooled and purblind father! I happened to know that the school to which the boy was sent was swept at that time by a moral epidemic, and before that hapless lad had been a week in its corrupt atmosphere he would have had ideas put into his head with a vengeance.
Leaker was, as I think, only five years short of a hundred in 1869, she could easily have been in the world at the same time as a lad who had been at Blenheim in his eighteenth year. Old Mrs. Leaker was, I calculated, born about 1774. She would therefore have been six years old in 1780.
After saying this she mixed three loaves for him with her own milk, one of meal, the second of bran, and the third of ashes from the hearth. The lad put the loaves into his knapsack, bade his mother farewell, and went out into the world like a poor boy to whom all roads are equally long, all bridges equally wide, and who does not know what direction to take.
Yet, so well did the grizzly succeed that he reached the spot less than twenty feet in his rear, and, heading directly for him, at once proceeded to decrease the distance still further. This placed the question of escape by superior speed upon the part of the lad as among the impossibilities, and it began to look very much as if his race were run.
There he furnished the lad with a pipe of opium, and, while he was in the state of semi-stupor resulting therefrom, removed his bag of treasure, which he found, to his delight, contained a far richer prize than he had anticipated, despite the quantity of trash with which it was partly filled.
He was nicknamed Malyuta Skuratov on account of his cruel treatment of the boys and clerks under him. When they went into the restaurant he nodded to a waiter and said: "Bring us, my lad, half a bodkin and twenty-four unsavouries." After a brief pause the waiter brought on a tray half a bottle of vodka and some plates of various kinds of savouries. "Look here, my good fellow," said Potchatkin.
"Didn't the man this Carver belong in Bolderhead?" "So I supposed. But the letter come from foreign parts." "Where?" I asked. "'Twas from Santiago, Chili." "Then he had not gone back to Bolderhead?" I stammered. "Bless ye, lad! how do I know? I only know he sent the money from Chili. He was something of a mystery, that feller, I allow. Ever heard tell of him in Bolderhead?
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