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Wiping the mud from his clothes with his handkerchief and taking his satchel, he started slowly for school again, all the time wondering what he should say to the teacher about being late. At last he reached the door and prepared to tiptoe quietly in, but he had no sooner put his head inside and commenced to make an excuse than all the children began to laugh. Timothy was very much ashamed.
Thrusting the precious letter into his overcoat pocket, he sprang to the door of the cab, jerked out a heavy suitcase and a small black satchel, which he deposited unceremoniously on the sidewalk, and then dug down into his trousers' pocket for a handful of bills, one of which he pressed into the small boy's hand.
With a supreme effort the doctor gained control of himself and made a hasty but thorough examination. "He has," he said, "a well developed case of it." Pearl handed him his satchel. "Here, then," she said, "go at him." "I can't do it, Pearl," he cried. "I can't. He'll die, I tell you, like that other poor fellow. I can't send another man to meet his Maker." "Oh, he's ready!" Pearl interrupted him.
Now, the poor Simpleton was ashamed to show what was in it. However, he thought it best not to make a fuss, so he opened the satchel, and could scarcely believe his own eyes, for, instead of the hard crust, he saw two beautiful fresh rolls and some cold meat.
He rose slowly and extended it. An ancient smile lay on his lips. "You dropped this, sir." "Oh. Thanks." O'Higgins, bitten with disappointment, returned the photograph to his pocket. "Victoria; that's the hotel." "That's but a short distance from here, sir." "O'Higgins is the name." "Mr. O'Higgins. Let me take the satchel, sir." "It's light. I'll tote it myself.
"If folks did there'd be a path, and one would take that path." George could think of no adequate reply to this guardian of the geese. "Let's go," he said, "farther on we shall be sure to find a way through the woods." "And we will pick nuts and eat them," said Honey-Bee, "for I am hungry. The next time we go to the lake we must bring a satchel full of good things to eat."
'Ver' well, he hiccupped morosely, 'ver' well; I'm going. Tha's all. He lurched into the passage, and then I heard him fumbling a long time with the outer door. He left the door and went into his bedroom, and finally returned to me. He held one hand behind his back. I had sunk into a chair by the small table on which the lamp stood, with my satchel beside it.
A little tow-headed waiter-boy appeared with their coffee and rolls on a tray poised high on his hand. "You'll have your coffee out here with us?" said Mary. "Where else?" said I, as though there was no conceivable alternative, and told the tow-headed waiter. Belatedly Mary turned to introduce me to her secretary: "My friend Miss Summersley Satchel. Mr. Stephen."
She was already turning away, but she turned back and scrutinised his face, as Denry thought, roguishly. "You might just give him this list," she said, taking a paper from her satchel and spreading it. She had come to the desk; their elbows touched. "He isn't to take any notice of the crossings-out in red ink you understand?
I replied that as we were not going to Paris, we were not pressed for time; but this little outside happening broke the situation. "Better give this fellow your luggage ticket, Liosha," said Jaffery. She looked about her bewildered and then I noticed on the ground a leather satchel which she had been carrying. I picked it up. She extracted the ticket and we all went to the custom-house.
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