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Updated: June 6, 2025
"You never did!" said the voice of 'Bert. "Leave me to tell her," said the voice of 'Beida. "The way you're goin', she'll have the palpitations afore you begin. . . . Mother, dear if you'll but take a seat. Is't for the tenth or the twelfth time we'm tellin' 'ee that father's neither killed nor wounded?" "Then what is it, on earth?" demanded the voice of Mrs Penhaligon.
For the present you want to know what has become of the money: and I've a strong suspicion this child can tell us, if she chooses to confess. If not " he raised a minatory forefinger and shook it at 'Beida "well, it's fortunate I brought the constable, who will know how to act." "Will I?" said Rat-it-all, scratching his head.
"What's that?" asked Mrs Penhaligon, sitting erect, as her ears caught the sound of a howl, muffled but prolonged. 'Beida set her back firmly against the oven. "Bread takes longer than cakes," she announced, making her voice carry. "Cakes is soonest over.
'Beida stepped swiftly to the oven, swung the door wide enough to allow a moment's glance within, and shut with a merciless clang. She lifted her voice. "Mebbe," she announced, "'twas I that left it on the hasp before runnin' out. I was thinkin' what a nice oven 'twas, an' how much better if you wanted to make heavy-cake in a hurry, to celebrate our movin'-in.
"No, you won't," 'Beida answered him stoutly, and turned again to Nicky-Nan. "Mr Nanjivell," she pleaded, "tell me didn't you find these three turnin' your room inside out?" "'Course I did." Nicky-Nan cast a malignant glance around. "Was they doin' it with your leave?" "'Course they wasn't. Why, look at the state o' my head!"
'Beida regarded the child and nodded slowly. "It do feel very much like when you hear a band comin' up the street. It catches you " She broke off and laid her open palm on her chest a little below the collar. "An' then it's creepin' up the back of your legs an' along your arms, an' up your backbone, right into the roots o' your hair.
'Bert, for no other reason than that he had tired himself out, was sulky and uncommunicative. But 'Beida whose whole manner ever changed when once she had been persuaded into fine clothes wore an air of sustained gentility. "Squire Tresawna keeps seven gardeners," she reported. "He has three motor-cars and two chauffeurs.
For the last two days the blessed child might not ha' been in existence, he's such a comfort." "Well," said 'Beida, "you may be right. But I never yet knowed 'Biades quiet for half this time 'ithout there was somebody's bill to pay at the end o't."
At Pola some reliquaries of somewhat the same kind were found, of which a description will be given later. In the Museo Sacro of the Vatican library is a similar capsella found at Aïn Beida in Tunisia. It is oval, and has the same bands of ornament; round the body are reliefs.
"The good Lord in Heaven behear us! . . . Whose money be this, an' where dropped from?" "There piles of it " panted 'Beida. "Lashin's of it " echoed 'Bert. "An' it all belongs to Mr Nanjivell, that we used to call Nicky-Nan, an' wonder if we could get a pair o' father's old trousers on to him with a little tact an' him all the while as rich as Squire Tresawna!"
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