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Ham seized a lighted candle and strode over to the bunk, followed by all the other men. He held the candle over the bunk and his eyes swiftly searched every inch of the surface of the bedtick. "Th' yunks are right! Th' bag's not here!" and, with an angry growl, he seized the offending mattress and hurled it out on the floor.
"Sure you don't? There's the car, and you'll have tea and we'll be back here on this step right here in an hour. You see, I want her to go in. She's not been before, and it's worth seeing. I feel it wouldn't be fair to her." "Oh, shut up, mother," said she wearily. "Come along. Don't talk so much. And your bag's open; you'll be losing all your money again." "I'm sorry, darling," said Mrs. Raddick.
It had been carelessly left open, or had sprung open of itself, being too tightly packed, and as Max prepared to change its place, muttering, "Cheek of the fellow!" he could not help seeing two photographs in silver frames lying on top of the bag's other contents. Both portraits were of men.
And I'll tell you what, Mark it does not do for me to make little of my own nest, but I truly believe the duke's word will be more efficacious than the Lord Petty Bag's solemn adjuration." Mark, of course, expressed his gratitude in proper terms, and did buy the horse for a hundred and thirty pounds.
"He put 'em there," said Mary Jane, pointing to the next seat where she had seen the porter put her things, "and my gloves are in my pocket and my bag's all shut." "That's good." said Dr. Smith. "You'd better put your things on now. Here, I'll hold your coat." It was a good thing Mary Jane started putting on her gloves just when she did.
"How long's he going to keep him then?" "Altogether, I s'pose, unless he likes to join us." "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the other, who was evidently moving something heavy. "Well, he might do worse, my lad. Anyhow, they ar'n't going to let him go and bring that cutter down upon us." "No, that wouldn't do. Lend a hand here. This bag's heavy. What's in it?" "I don't know. Feels like lead. P'r'aps it is."
She drew the ribbons, and took a hasty peep at the bag's contents. There was a soiled suede purse, and in that purse, mixed up with a few greenbacks, there were some papers. Clo dared not stop to examine them. She could only hope that they might give clues which she had failed to obtain from the telephone.
Trembling with apprehension, her fingers shaking so that it was with great difficulty that she managed the bag's clasp, she opened the receptacle, and, with accelerating nervousness which made her feel and fumble, took from it a small box a jeweler's box.
"Nothing, sir, but Lydia's story; and that, as you see, merely confirms poor Ned's account. We're fast now: the bag's been in London half a year now, or thereabouts, if it hasn't been destroyed long ago; and, if it's still in existence somewhere or other, we've nothing whatever to show us where. I've not liked to trouble you any more about it, but I've left no stone unturned.
But love has thrust him into a bag's end, and his fate is certain." She spoke her steadfast resolution. "And my fate, too. For when Perion is trapped and slain I mean to kill myself." "I am aware of that," he said. "Oh, women have these notions! Yet when the hour came, I think, you would not dare.
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