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Mordaunt Appleby, the wife of the brewer in the same town, and where those of high and unimpeachable 'family, like Mrs. Mandeville Poreham, whose mother was a Beedle, stared frigidly and unseeingly at every one hailing from the same place as creatures beneath her notice. For "Thank God!" said Mrs. Poreham, with feeling, "I do not live in Riversford.
"If they're barons and counts, and friends of your father's, they are well-to-do enough to be responsible for you," said Mrs. Beedle, rather fiercely, because she was somewhat over-awed and resented the fact. "It's a matter of next week's rent, gentlemen. I want to know where it's coming from." The elder man looked at her with a swift cold glance. He did not speak to her, but to Lazarus.
Beedle would do when she heard what had happened what had been happening all the time a tall, shabby "foreigner" had lived in her dingy back sitting-room, and been closely watched lest he should go away without paying his rent, as shabby foreigners sometimes did.
Francis Beedle, one of the soldiers, was evidently dying of the fever; and having in vain attempted, with the assistance of one of his messmates, to carry him over, I was forced to leave him on the West bank; thinking it very probable that he would die in the course of the night. July 21st. Hired Isaaco's people to carry the bundles up the bank, and assist in loading all the asses.
Beedle through them, as it were, at Marco. He advanced towards them at once. "You come from my father!" he said, and gave his hand first to the elder man, then to the younger. "Yes, we come from your father. I am Baron Rastka and this is the Count Vorversk," said the elder man, bowing.
"Young Master," he said slowly, in a voice as deadly as his pallor, and he actually spoke low, "this woman " Mrs. Beedle drew back towards the cellar-kitchen steps. "There's police outside," she shrilled. "Young Master Loristan, order him to stand back." "No one will hurt you," said Marco. "If you have the money here, Lazarus, please give it to me." Lazarus literally ground his teeth.
"Your money is safe," said Marco. "You had better leave us." Mrs. Beedle gave a sharp glance at the two gentlemen who had entered the broken gate. They were of an order which did not belong to Philibert Place. They looked as if the carriage and the dark brown and gold liveries were every-day affairs to them. "At all events, they're two grown men, and not two boys without a penny," she said.
"You needn't glare at me!" she said to Lazarus, who stood glowering at the door which he had opened for them. "Young Master Loristan, I want to know if you've heard when your father is coming back?" "He will not come back," said Marco. "He won't, won't he? Well, how about next week's rent?" said Mrs. Beedle. "Your man's been packing up, I notice.
And because it seemed as if she were not any longer a person at all, Mrs. Beedle actually shuffled down the passage to the cellar-kitchen steps. Lazarus did not leave her until he, too, had descended into the cellar kitchen, where he stood and towered above her like an infuriated giant. "To-morrow he will be on his way to Samavia, miserable woman!" he said.
"What does she want to say?" said Marco. "I'd like to know," said The Rat again. When they reached No. 7 Philibert Place, they found out, because when the door opened they saw at the top of cellar-kitchen stairs at the end of the passage, the mysterious Mrs. Beedle, in her dusty black dress and with a dusty black cap on, evidently having that minute mounted from her subterranean hiding-place.
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