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They were bound to get all the gold on the stage that day; and they knew Cummins had some." "That's just it, Mr. Bailey, and that's what makes it so hard for me." Mat saw he had been swept off his feet by his own eloquence, and so he tried again. "Well, they would have got it anyhow.
When they reached the front door L'Ami Fritz stooped down, and began looking under the mat. Sylvia smiled in the darkness; there seemed something so primitive, so simple, in keeping the key of one's front door outside under the mat! And yet foolish, prejudiced people spoke of Lacville as a dangerous spot, as the plague pit of Paris. Suddenly the door was opened by the day-servant.
Sylvia would gladly have offered to pay for a competent "hired girl," but she did not dare to, for fear of displeasing Austin. So she wrote to Uncle Mat to postpone his prospective visit, to the great disappointment of them both, and filled her tiny house with young friends instead, urging Edith to spend as much time helping her "amuse" them as she could, to the latter's great delight.
But, as Mat says, it LOOKS so disobliging in a maid to have her race off; SHE doesn't care whether you get any tea or not; SHE'S enjoying herself! And after all one's kindness And then another thing," she presently roused herself to add, "Mat thinks that it is very bad management on my part to let Justine handle money. She says " "I devoutly wish that Mattie Otis would mind " Mr.
Iron bars guard the rear windows of the houses at Eski Baba, and ere I am fairly stretched out on my mat several swarthy faces appear at the bars, and several voices simultaneously join in the dread chorus of, " Bin, bin, bin, monsieur! bin, bin." compelling me to close, in the middle of a hot day-the rain having ceased about ten o'clock-the one small avenue of ventilation in the stuffy little room.
I fear I have got into an improper place. SUSAN bursts in. Sus. Yes, ma'am, and that you have! It's a wery improper place for the likes o' you, ma'am as believes all sorts o' wicked things of people as is poor. Who are you to bring your low flunkies a-listenin' at honest girls' doors! Let me catch you here again, and I'll mark you that the devil wouldn't know his own! You dirty Paul Pry you! Mat.
The sound of a mat being shaken and beaten on the piazza, adjoining that on which her window opened came now, and two voices in dispute. "Mistress Pinckney she told me to tell you she mos' sholey did." "Go wash yo' face, yo' coloured trash, cummin' here wid yo' orders skip out o' my piazza 'clar' to goodness I dunno what's cummin' to niggers dese days."
His master one day, pretending to be angry and shaking his stick at him, said, "You wretched little sluggard! what shall I do to you? While I am hammering on the anvil, you sleep on the mat; and when I begin to eat after my toil, you wake up and wag your tail for food. Do you not know that labor is the source of every blessing, and that none but those who work are entitled to eat?"
Here was the basket he had helped to weave, here the mat on which he had lain. Her fingers lingered caressingly on each thing that he had touched. There in the corner still stood the olla in which she had brought him water. How amused he had been that she could carry it on her head all the way up the hill from the spring without so much as spilling one drop! But that was all past now.
In her lap she supported with her hands the head of a girl, whose slender body lay motionless on a narrow, ragged mat. The little white feet of the sick girl almost touched the threshold.
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