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"I don't know," the boy confessed, dragging a book from his pocket. It was a ragged copy of the "Globe" Shakespeare, lacking its covers and smeared with dirt and blacking. "But he knows all about the Island." "So that," said Tilda, "is what 'urt me in the night! It made my ribs all sore.
They wandered about the docks all day, dodging official observation, and ate their midday crust behind the cinder-shed that had been their shelter over-night. Tilda had regained and kept her old courage, and in the end her faith was justified. Towards nightfall Bill sought them out where he had first found them, by the quay-edge close above the Severn Belle. "It's all right," he said.
"She'd be an old bird before she got there, at our pace," Tilda agreed. "But, o' course, Mr. Bossom, if we want to get to Stratford quick, an' you don't, you'll make the pace what you like an' never mind us." "Who said I didn' want to get to Stratford?" he asked almost fiercely, and broke off with a groan.
"You may call it so. Gettin' on for that, anyway. Fine boats they be; mons'rously improved in my time. But where d'ee come from, you two? here in Tewkesbury, an' not to know about Severn trows?" "We've er jus' run over here for the afternoon, in a motor," said Tilda and truthfully; but it left the old man gasping.
Tilda flung herself before him as he stood swaying. "'Ullo!" He recognised her slowly. "And wot might you be doin' 'ere? Come to remember, saw you yesterday you and your frien'. Yes, o' course ver' glad t' meet yer an' yer friend any friend o' yours welcome, 'm sure." He stretched out a hand of cordiality towards Arthur Miles. "Oh, Bill we've been countin' on yer so me an' 'Dolph.
Carrots and gooseberry tart pease-pudding and plenty of fat pork and beef and mutton, and cut 'em all, and quick about it stout for one, and ale for t'other and stale bread here, and new bread there and this gentleman likes cheese, and that gentleman doesn't Matilda, Tilda, Tilda, Tilda, fifty times over, till I didn't know my own name again oh lord! oh lord!! oh lord!!! all together, all at the same time, all out of temper, all buzzing in my poor head like forty thousand million bees don't tell the captain! don't tell the captain!"
Finding himself in an apartment which apparently led nowhither, Sam would have turned and shepherded the party back into the corridor; but Miss Sally strode past him, attempted to fling up the window-sash, but in vain, and looking over it, beheld what Tilda had beheld the gravelled yard, the children walking listlessly to and fro, the groups passing and repassing with scarce a lift of the eyes, the boys walking with the boys and the girls with the girls.
"But, 'Tilda, what on earth has seized you to act so uncertain in the middle of this visit? What will they think of you and me?" Then Matilda made her master stroke and, by virtue of her sex-privilege, completed her triumph over her brother.
First turnin' opposite on the right by the 'Royal Oak, which is a public-'ouse, second turnin' to the left after that, an' you're in Upper Town Street, an' from there to the Good Samaritan it's no more 'n a stone's throw." Tilda was silent for a few moments whilst she fixed these directions in her mind.
Mortimer, "has evidently something up her sleeve, and my advice is that we humour her." Tilda eyed him. "Yes, that's right," she assented with unmoved countenance. "'Ave in supper and 'umour me." The supper consisted of two dishes the one of tripe-and-onions, the other of fried ham. There were also potatoes and beer, and gin, Mr.
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