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Above them glimmers the dawn of starlight. For perhaps the first time in his life Bob Hewett has drunk more than he can well carry. To Pennyloaf's remonstrances he answers more and more impatiently: 'Why does she talk like a bloomin' fool? one doesn't get married every day. He is on the look-out for Jack Bartley now; only let him meet Jack, and it shall be seen who is the better man.
Pennyloaf's eyes gleamed at the compliment, and she turned them to her husband. 'She's nothing to boast of, said Bob, judicially and masculinely. 'All women are pretty much alike. And Pennyloaf tried to smile at the snub. Having devoted one evening to domestic quietude, Bob naturally felt himself free to dispose of the next in a manner more to his taste.
We smoke and sing at the same time; we quarrel and make love the latter in somewhat primitive fashion; we roll about with the rolling of the train; we nod into hoggish sleep. The platform at Holborn Viaduct; and there, to Pennyloaf's terror, it is seen that Clem Peckover and her satellites have come by the same train.
He looked with kindness into Pennyloaf's pale, weary face, and his arm stole about her waist to support her. Ha! Pennyloaf was happy! The last trace of tears vanished. She too was sensible of the influences of music; her heart throbbed as she let herself lean against her husband. Well, as every one must needs have his panacea for the ills of society, let me inform you of mine.
Why shouldn't they share a room, work together with the needle in patching and making, and by Pennyloaf's staying at home each evening keep the tribe of youngsters out of danger? This project was carried out; the two brought their furniture together into a garret, and it seemed probable that they would succeed in keeping themselves alive.
This lady was already apprised by her friend Mr. Percival of all that had come to pass; she was prepared to exercise much discretion, but Jane soon showed her that this was needless, The subject of pressing importance to the latter was Pennyloaf's disastrous circumstances; unable to do all she wished, Jane was much relieved when her charitable friend proposed to set off to Merlin Place forthwith and ascertain how help could most effectually be given.
A burst of laughter followed from a group of men and boys gathered near the archway. Unheeding, the girl passed in at an open door and felt her way up a staircase; the air was noisome, notwithstanding a fierce draught which swept down the stairs. She entered a room lighted by a small metal lamp hanging on the wall a precaution of Pennyloaf's own contrivance.
Elated with beer and vanity, he no longer paid the least attention to Pennyloaf's remonstrances; nay, he at length bade her 'hold her bloomin' row! Pennyloaf had a tear in her eye; she looked fiercely at Miss Jollop. The day wore on. For utter weariness Pennyloaf was constrained to beg that they might go into the 'Paliss' and find a shadowed seat.
Yet you could have seen that he was the brother of Pennyloaf; there was Pennyloaf's submissive beast-of-burden look in his eyes, and his voice had something that reminded one of hers. 'The coppers after you? he whispered, stooping down to Bob with the teacup he had filled with water. Bob nodded, then drained the cup eagerly. 'I get knocked down by a cab or something, he added.
Poor Pennyloaf was in a great degree responsible for the ills of her married life; not only did she believe Bob to be the handsomest man who walked the earth but in her weakness she could not refrain from telling him as much. At the present moment he was intensely self-conscious; with Pennyloaf's eye upon him, he posed for effect.
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