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"By no means," objected Mr Pamphlett. "What have you children done with the money?" "Oh," said 'Beida wearily, "we're back on the old question, are we?" But here Nicky-Nan broke in. "Mr Pamphlett," he said, "you tell that, as landlord, you've a right to walk in an' see to the repairs. Very well.
"Why? Weren't you lookin' for it?" Her eyes sought Rat-it-all and questioned him. Mr Pamphlett made haste before his ally could speak. "The Policeman was acting in the execution of his duty." This was a fine phrase, and it took 'Beida aback, for she had not a notion what it meant. But while she sought for a retort, Mr Pamphlett followed up his advantage, to crush her, and blundered again.
"Have you told him?" burst in young 'Bert, and drew back at gaze, a foot within the threshold. "Yes, I've told him," answered 'Beida. "No, you needn' stare so," she went on hurriedly, catching him on the edge of confusion. "It'll be all right if you just answer up an' tell the truth. . . . When we was movin' this afternoon, you an' me took Mr Nanjivell's savin's away, the last thing didn' we?"
We might try the old place first with a heavy cake, if Mr Nanjivell don't mind waitin' for a chat, an' will excuse the flavour whatever it turns out." "We're bewitched!" cried Mrs Penhaligon starting to her feet as the wailing was renewed, with a faint tunding on the iron door. 'Beida flung it open.
"If I was you, my dears, I'd leave such unholy games alone," Nicky-Nan advised them. "No, and I'll not lend 'ee my knife, neither. You don't know what War is, children: an' please God you never will. War's not declared yet not by England, anyway. Don't 'ee go to seek it out until it seeks you." "But 'tis comin'," 'Beida persisted.
Why, what's that you've a-got clinched in your hand?" "Sufferin's!" sobbed 'Biades, still shaken by an after-gust of fright. "What?" "Sufferin's!" echoed 'Beida excitedly. "Real coined an' golden sufferin's! Unclinch your hand, 'Biades, an' show the company!" As the child opened his palm, Mrs Penhaligon fell back, and put out a hand against the kitchen table for support.
We weren't goin' to let that Pamphlett snatch it. If you'll come around by Aun' Bunney's back-garden into Mother's kitchen you shall count it out, every penny." "'Bert," said Nicky-Nan after a pause, "you've done a Kind Action this day, if you never do another." "But the clivverness started with 'Biades," insisted 'Beida.
Rogues! Cheats! " He broke down and put a hand to his head in momentary faintness. "Where be I?" Then taking his hand away and catching sight of the blood on it, he yelled out "Murder! Where's my money? Murder! Thieves!" "Hush 'ee, Mister Nanjivell." 'Beida dropped on her knees beside him. "Hush 'ee now, co! Here, let me take the towel an' bathe your poor head," she coaxed him.
On the right of the 52nd Division the 54th Division was to attack Bald Hill on the night of 21st-22nd December, and on the following morning assault the trench system covering Mulebbis and Fejja; then later in the day to advance to Rantieh, while the 75th Division farther east was to attack Bireh and Beida. This plan was given to divisional commanders at a conference in Jaffa on December 12.
"What are you doin' to him?" demanded 'Beida, her colour coming back with a rush. Mr Pamphlett had slewed about on his knees. "Here, you cut and run!" he commanded sharply. But his posture did not lend itself to authority, and he showed some embarrassment. "What are you doin' to him?" the child demanded again. "He've had a fit," explained Builder Gilbert, holding out the ewer.
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