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Bingle," said the five Sykeses, very much after the habit of a dog that is ordered to "speak." "And who was it that said, 'Suffer little children to come unto me?" "Jesus, Mr. Bingle," said the five Sykeses, eyeing the pile on the table. "And where do you expect to go when you die?" demanded Mr. Bingle, with great severity. "Heaven!" shouted the perfectly healthy Sykeses.
Bingle had spent most of the evening in trying to coax heat from the lower regions into the pipes of the seventh heaven wherein he dwelt, and without the slightest sign of success. The frigid coils in the corner of the room remained obdurate.
"Confound you, Bingle, isn't it only reasonable that I should have wanted to see the child before I made any definite plans for her future?" "And now that you've seen her, and found her to be an adorable, lovely, even high-bred little creature, you think it's all right to take her into your own home into her father's home?" "Don't be hard on me, Bingle.
"There is only one way for you to take Napoleon away from me," said Mr. Bingle, as Rouquin floundered for words to express himself. "And that is to come up like a man and say that you are his father. Whenever you can do that and whenever you can show me that you and his mother are married to each other, I'll give him up to you, but not before, you scum of the earth!"
"You wouldn't think of taking them from me in that way, would you, Mrs. Force?" "For your sake and for theirs it may be necessary," said she, and then wearying of her philanthropic labours, abruptly dismissed him with a curt: "And now, good day, Mr. Bingle."
"I don't want to go," Henrietta was crying, and even Frederic looked intently at his plate with eyes that were preparing to fill. The rest of them were ready to whimper. After all, a bountiful meal and a full stomach go a long way toward producing a reaction. They were not so keen to leave Mr. Bingle as they were before the meal began. "Mrs. Flanders! Mr.
Bingle comes out of this thing a winner. He " "Wait, dear," she interrupted, her fair brow-clouding. "What of Mrs. Bingle? What will she say to this exploit of his?" "Isn't he the master in his own house?" demanded Dick loftily. Still, a spark of dismay leaped into his eyes. "He is a good man, Dick. He never permits himself to forget that she is its mistress.
The cot in the kitchen was for Mr. Bingle in case Mrs. Bingle decided to come back to him in health as well as in person. He consoled himself with the daily hope that she would come dashing in upon him, as well as ever and in perfect sympathy with his decision to protect the helpless children they had gathered about them in their years of affluence.
Bingle called Diggs back just as he was on the point of disappearing through the door. "By the way, Diggs," he said, smiling broadly, "have you heard the news?" "The news, sir? Is is Mrs. Bingle " "Sh!" hissed Melissa. "The news about Melissa. She is going to be married in this very room two weeks from to-night, Diggs. How is that for news?" "Married? Good God, sir!" gasped Diggs.
The day brightens. Gadsby, there's a fair chance a dashed fair chance! The flicker, y'know. The sweat, y'know! I saw how it would be. The punkah, y'know. Deuced clever woman that Ayah of yours. Stopped the punkah just at the right time. A dashed good chance! No you don't go in. We'll pull her through yet I promise on my reputation under Providence. Send a man with this note to Bingle.
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