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Updated: June 25, 2025
My bag's packed and waiting for me up here at my boarding house in West Forty-fifth Street Number 374 is the address just west of Broadway tall brownstone house with a high stoop. Get me? The bag's downstairs in the hall. The hall boy a coloured fellow named Fred is watching it for me. If I go in a cab I may not get to the station in time. If you go after it for me at a run I may catch my train.
It was situated in the close neighbourhood of Downing Street and the higher governmental gods; and though the building itself was not much, seeing that it was shored up on one side, that it bulged out in the front, was foul with smoke, dingy with dirt, and was devoid of any single architectural grace or modern scientific improvement, nevertheless its position gave it a status in the world which made the clerks in the Lord Petty Bag's office quite respectable in their walk in life.
Ashe and Blue Bonnet for all they have done?" "They don't want any pay," Blue Bonnet said, entering the room at that moment. "Uncle Cliff says he has had a beautiful time, and well, I reckon you all know how I've enjoyed it. Could I help you pack? My trunk went from the school yesterday and my bag's all ready."
You'll see a big brown steaming bag in a dish and you'll see me slit it with a knife and the bag's fat inside will tumble out, all smoking hot and stinking. That's a Scotch dinner. Oh!" she cried, losing her dignity in the sudden interest of a new idea, "oh, Carmina, do you remember the Italian boy, and his song?"
"Yes, I have; but I wasn't meaning to say anything about it at present to you, as I wouldn't trouble you to no purpose, and I thought I'd wait for more light." "Oh, tell me, Thomas, tell me! What is it?" "Why, the simple truth is that the bag's been found; and yet it's lost, and worse lost than ever." "O Thomas!" "Well, Jane dear, don't fret; I'll tell you all about it."
It had slipped between the linings, and so had not been noticed before." To my surprise, this piece of information seemed to annoy Mr. Crawford greatly. "No!" he exclaimed. "In the bag? Then some one has put it there! for I looked over all the bag's contents myself."
He looked questioningly at her, as if no time had intervened, as if a moment before he had said to her through the carriage window, "I will give you twenty-four hours," and now her time had come to speak. Only the thought that time was crowding him into a bag's end gave her courage to vow she would speak that night.
"If you could tell me where to get a bit of red flannel I'll make one for you now," said Anne. "The bag's here," said the woman, her face drawn and her mouth gasping. She tried to feel under the pillow. "Lie you still. I'll get it," said Anne.
"What was the point in not digging 'em all up while you was about it?" demanded Slinker, lowering. "What was the good o' digging up jest these here couple o' bag's and quitting?" "Because we didn't dig 'em up," responded Tony darkly. "Because these was all ready and waiting. Because all we had to do was to say 'Thankee, to the feller that handed 'em out."
"Look at that," he cried, swaggering recklessly into camp, and throwing down his bag; "I haven't got a rap; faix the bag's as empty as my intarior." "What! have you worked out your claim already!" inquired Maxton. "Troth have I, and almost worked out me own body too."
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