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'And who be you? he says, threatening-like. And I says to him, 'I'm Mr. Bunting's daughter, sir. 'Then you're a very fortunate girl' that's what he says, Ellen 'to 'ave such a nice stepmother as you've got. 'Keep innocency, he says, wagging his head at me. Lor'! It made me feel as if I was with Old Aunt again." "I won't have you going out with the lodger that's flat."
Sleuth, the back of Bunting's bare left hand brushed lightly against the long Inverness cape the lodger was wearing, and, to Bunting's surprise, the stretch of cloth against which his hand lay for a moment was not only damp, damp maybe from stray flakes of snow which had settled upon it, but wet wet and gluey.
Bunting's lodgings, not only here, in London, but at the seaside. How unlucky they had been, to be sure! Since they had come to London not a single pair of lodgers had been even moderately respectable and kindly.
Resemblance to the lime-washed houses of home was Robert's fancy; which, in Zack Bunting's mind, was a perverted taste, as he recommended a brilliant green groundwork, picked out with yellow, such canary-bird costume being favourite in Yankee villages.
And the thing which fairly trailed her visions in the dust was that the partition penning them off did not extend to the ceiling, and the adjoining room being occupied by a patent medicine company, she was face to face with glaring endorsements of Dr. Bunting's Famous Kidney and Bladder Cure. Taken all in all there seemed little chance for Greek tragedies or the Renaissance.
The crimson mounted to Linda's brow, under the conjoint influence of Nimrod's stare and also of the entrance of another person, Sam Holt, who had come with the party yesterday from Mapleton. But in two minutes he had quietly turned the conversation, and repressed, as much as it was in man's power to do, Mrs. Bunting's interrogative propensities.
It was very new to his impetuous spirit, and very irksome, to lie all day in the house, not daring to move the injured limb, and under the shadow of Zack Bunting's cheerful prediction, that he guessed the young fellar might be a matter o' six or eight months a-lyin' thar, afore such a big cut healed, ef he warn't lamed for life.
"Didn't I? Well, I expect they'll be in to dinner." "I wonder, how long that old aunt of hers expects us to keep her?" said Mrs. Bunting thoughtfully. All the cheer died out of Bunting's round face. He became sullen and angry. It would be a pretty thing if he couldn't have his own daughter for a bit especially now that they were doing so well!
She ought to have some one to look well after her, indeed she ought. I wish" this with a laugh "she would take me as companion. Oh, wouldn't I have a care of her precious health!" When he drove to Bunting's Hotel, he had no thought of seeing anyone but Lady Ogram and Constance; the possibility that there might be other guests at luncheon did not enter his mind.
Bunting nodded. Mrs. Crowley had been one of Bunting's ladies, one of those he had liked best a cheerful, jolly lady, who used often to give her servants what she called a treat. It was seldom the kind of treat they would have chosen for themselves, but still they appreciated her kind thought. "Mrs.
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