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"It's just as bad as the other!" she cried. "Do change back again, Clovy, that's a dear." "No, indeed!" said Clover, guarding her paper: "you've changed once, and now you must keep what you have." Rose made a face, chewed her pencil awhile, and then began to write rapidly. For some minutes not a word was spoken. "I've done!" said Esther Dearborn at last, flinging her paper into the basket-lid.
The old friend who has owed him that money these five years will meet him at so-and-so and pay. By one bait or other the victim is hooked, netted, landed, and down goes the basket-lid. It is not your wife, your sweetheart, your friend who is going to pay you. It is Mr. Nab the bailiff. YOU know you are caught. You are off in a cab to Chancery Lane. You know, I say? WHY should you know?
She wondered what had happened to make a whole city full of people in such a desperate hurry. Two tears splashed down on the brown willow basket-lid, and then No telling what would have happened next, had not the jungle opened, without waiting for a brave heart and a courteous tongue on Betty's part. Coming toward her all in dainty gray and white was a lady she would have recognised anywhere.
Then hastily refilling her basket, she shook her hair about her face and went to bid Faith good by. Moor was to accompany her to the city, and they left early, that Faith might pause for adieux to Mark and Prudence. "Where is Adam? Has he gone before, or been inveigled into staying?" Moor spoke to Sylvia, but busied in fastening the basket-lid, she seemed not to hear, and Faith replied for her.
She just looked at our basket-lid of things any one might have been proud to buy, and smiled. I saw her do it. Then she turned her traitorous head and called "Jim!" into the cottage. A sleepy grunt rewarded her. "Jim, I say!" she repeated. "Come here directly minute." Next moment Jim appeared.
When at last it stopped, the sun came twinkling through the basket-lid. The Royal Cat was lifted into a Rumble-shaker of the old familiar style, and, swerving aside from their past course, very soon the noises of its wheels were grittings and rattlings; a new and horrible sound was added the barking of Dogs, big and little and dreadfully close.
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