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Some blooming 'Arry or other! Ought to prosecute a few of these roughs, and the rest would know better. That must be the buckle of the wallet was rattling on the mud-guard. How cheerfully the wheels buzzed! The cemetery was very silent and peaceful, but the Vale was waking, and windows rattled and squeaked up, and a white dog came out of one of the houses and yelped at him.
'Arry Smith is the one you're thinking of." Mrs. Kybird after a moment's reflection admitted that he was right, and, the chain of memory being touched, waxed discursive about her own wedding and the somewhat exciting details which accompanied it.
Rodman had compassed without difficulty; beginning with the loan of small sums, to be repaid when 'Arry attained his majority, he little by little made the prospective man of capital the creature of his directions; in something less than two more years Rodman looked to find ample recompense for his expenditure and trouble.
"'He ain't there, 'cos I've looked, ses 'Arry, 'arf shutting 'is eyes and looking at 'im hard. 'Wot might your name be? "'My name's Finch, ses Uncle Dick, putting out his 'ands to keep him off; 'but I thought she was a widder. She told me her 'usband died ten years ago; she's deceived me as well as you. I wouldn't ha' dreamt of taking any notice of 'er if I'd known. Truth, I wouldn't.
"In the first 'oist," he said when the atmosphere had cleared, "in the first 'oist, 'stead o' Fanny put 'Arry. 'H' for 'Arry." The A.B. sucked his pencil and acquiesced, while his friend, darting to the after side of the small bridge, hoisted the white and red "Answering Pendant" to show that the signal had been seen and read.
'Arry would have lied had he dared; as it was, he made his plate revolve, and murmured, 'No; he 'adn't. 'Why not? 'I didn't feel well, replied the youth, struggling for self-confidence and doing his best to put on an air of patient suffering. Richard tapped his tea-cup and looked the look of one who reserves discussion for a more seasonable time. 'Daniel called last night, remarked Mrs.
Clara hesitated a moment, then bade him enter. She introduced him to a parlour on the ground floor. He stood looking uneasily about him. The habits of his life made him at all times suspicious. 'Mrs. Rodman doesn't live here, Clara began, lowering her voice and making a great effort to steady it. 'Oh, she don't? replied 'Arry, beginning to discern that something was wrong.
Nothing was heard of him. Mrs. Mutimer sat late every night, listening for a knock at the door. Sometimes she went and stood on the steps, looking hither and thither in the darkness. But 'Arry came no more to Wilton Square. Mutimer had been pressing on his scheme for five months.
And wot's more, there'd ha' been a 'ole on the other side, and there wasn't any sign o' one." "But perhaps it wasn't 'Arry Pole's skull?" "Yes, it was. Why, where's the sense of its not bein'? I remember his bein' buried as if it was yesterday, and I knowed the spot quite well. And do you think it likely that two men 'ud be put in the same grave both wi' rook bullets in their 'eads?
Some few minutes later the little group of cabmen and loafers that collects round the cabman's shelter at Haverstock Hill were startled by the passing of a cab with a ginger-coloured screw of a horse, driven furiously. They were silent as it went by, and then as it receded "That's 'Arry 'Icks. Wot's he got?" said the stout gentleman known as Old Tootles.
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