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Pasquale was seated on the edge of his box-bed in his little lodge when Giovanni came to the door. He was more like a big and very ugly watch-dog crouching in his kennel than anything else. "Let no one try to go into the laboratory," said Giovanni, setting down the lamp. "I have locked it myself." Pasquale snarled something incomprehensible, by way of reply, and rose to let Giovanni out.
It was the room she had first had at Hampton after coming to be maid to the King's daughter, and it had the old, green hangings that had always been round the walls, the long oak table, the box-bed set in the wall, the high chair and the three stools round the fire.
"But we cannot keep house in Scotland," objected Salemina. "Think of the care! And what about the servants?" "Why not eat at the inn?" I suggested. "Think of living in a real loaning, Salemina! Look at the stone floor in the kitchen, and the adorable stuffy box-bed in the wall! Look at the bust of Sir Walter in the hall, and the chromo of Melrose Abbey by moonlight!
Then, when all the hay was on the floor below and the loft bare, and still nothing compromising had been found, down came the gauger, preparing to depart. "Hey! lassie," at length then came the deep voice of Stokoe; "gie me Broon Janet." The little girl slipped behind the big box-bed, and handed out a very formidable black-thorn stick. Up then jumped Stokoe.
They all heard him dragging the furniture away again, the box-bed and the table and the old chair. Zorzi came up as Pasquale was clearing the stuff away. "They want you," said the old sailor, seeing him and hearing him at the same time. "What have you been doing now? Where is the young lady?" "In the main furnace room," whispered Zorzi. "Do not let them go there whatever they do."
"Yes; she said she was muckle obleeged to me, but the coals were so poor and hard she couldna batter them up to start a fire the nicht, and she would try the box-bed to see if she could sleep in it. I am glad to remember that it was you who telegraphed for her, Penelope."
"There's Mary McCann an' roight across the way!" Mrs. Hogan said "Yis, sure," and we all went over to a little house, opposite. "Now, thin," said Mrs. Duffy, entering the house, and proudly drawing a small coverlid from a little box-bed in a corner, "what do you think of that?" "Why, there are two of them," I exclaimed. "To be sure," said Mrs. Duffy. "They're tweens.
The solar was a room above the hall, where was the great box-bed of the lord and lady, and a little bed for Bernard. Entered through it, in a small turret, was a chamber designed for the daughters and maids, and this was rightly appropriated by Ridley to the Lady Grisell.
"Sometimes I think we do not understand him; and that after all there may be worse people in the world than Bezers." I looked hard at the lad, for that was not what I had meant. "Worse?" I said. "I do not think so. Hardly!" "Yes, worse," he replied, shaking his head. "Do you remember lying under the curtain in the box-bed at Mirepoix's?" "Of course I do! Do you think I shall ever forget it?"
The old man had his warm box-bed, and slept on feathers where no draught could reach him, and the poor woman had her bed of short rumpled straw on the earthen floor at the foot of the wall in the coldest corner. Yet the heart of the man had been moved by her story, for, without dwelling on her sufferings, she had been honest in telling it.
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