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Updated: May 28, 2025
Through the night I hear scurrying feet in the hall, the late arrivals, the early risers, the bell-boy's raps on the doors, and finally the chambermaid's clatter, and her occasional turn on the knob, as a broad invitation to get up and out of the way that she may do her work. I started out in the morning at B , determined to do all in my power to make a good showing for myself.
I pushed open a glass door, and fell over an open trunk that stood beside it. It bruised my knee and tore my hand, but oh! it was nuts to me. For it was a woman's trunk filled with women's things. A skirt! A blessed skirt! And not a striped one. I threw off the bell-boy's jacket and I got into that dear dress so quick it made my head swim.
The boy opened the door of a room with a small window looking out into an inner court. "Here you are!" he said, and he put the valise on the floor. "Thank you," said Walter. As he spoke he drew a dime from his vest pocket and deposited it in the hand of the red-haired attendant. The effect was magical. The bell-boy's listless manner vanished, his dull face lighted up, and his manner became brisk.
My old blue coat with the buttons the bell-boy's coat I'd left in the housekeeper's room when I borrowed her Sunday rig. The coat was hanging over a chair, and right by it, on a table, was that big book with a picture covering every page, still open at that verse about Through this same Garden and for ONE in vain! No no no! No more whining from Nance Olden.
She whirled nervously about as she heard someone calling from the corridor. "Madame, madame, a letter for you!" A letter for her!... She snatched it feverishly from the bell-boy's hand, while Beppa, seated on a trunk, looked on vacantly, without expression. She began to tremble violently. The thought of Hans Keller, the ungrateful artist, suddenly rose in her memory.
Think I was going to flinch before a chump like Moriway, even if I had walked straight into his trap? "It isn't?" I exclaimed. "No. Latimer's note to Mrs. Kingdon said the diamonds were found in the bell-boy's jacket the thief had left behind him." "Well! It only shows what a bad habit lying is. Nora must have fibbed to me, for the pure pleasure of fibbing. I'll never dare to trust her again.
He thought, Tom Dorgan, a lot of things and a long way ahead. The peppery old Major marched us all off to his private office. Not much, girls, it hadn't come. For suddenly the annunciator rang out. Out of the corner of his eye, Nat looked at the bell-boy's bench. It was empty. There was to be a ball that night, and the bells were going it over all the place.
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