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It is so necessary that I should think about all this." But Martha would not believe her; and as for thinking, she was quite ready to take that part of the work herself. "Don't say another word," she said, as she thrust herself in at the cab-door after her friend. Mrs. Furnival hardly did say another word, but Martha Biggs said many. She knew that Mrs.
He kept within a foot of the Duke right to the front door. The detective in charge opened it; and they went down the steps to the taxi-cab which was awaiting them. The Duke kissed Germaine's fingers and handed her into the taxi-cab. M. Gournay-Martin paused at the cab-door, and turned and said, with a pathetic air, "Am I never to sleep in my own house again?" He got into the cab and drove off.
"I did not send for you; what is your business?" demanded Jerome. "I is the man what opened your lordship's cab-door, when your lordship came to the house on Monday last, and I know your honor won't allow a poor man to starve." Putting a sixpence in the old man's hand, Jerome once more started for the depot.
"Oh, my daughter!" cried Potts. "Will you still be relentless?" "Help me!" cried Beatrice, and she opened the cab-door. "The policeman can do nothing," said Potts. "You are not of age. He will not dare to take you from me." "I implore you," cried Beatrice, "save me from this man. Take me to the police-station any where rather than leave me here!"
Gallilee now occupied, Carmina was hidden, for the moment, from Benjulia's view. Biding his time at the window, he looked out. A cab, with luggage on it, had just drawn up at the house. Was this the old nurse who had been expected to arrive at six o'clock? The footman came out to open the cab-door. He was followed by Mr. Gallilee, eager to help the person inside to alight.
His thoughts were now engaged with a certain hotel particulier in the neighbourhood of La Muette and, in his preoccupation, he would need only the name of a destination and the sound of the cab-door slammed, to send him off like a shot. Then he heard one of the men cough heavily, and in a twinkling stiffened to rigidity in his seat.
On my way back, just as I was crossing the Place de l'Opera in the aforesaid cab, a voice hailed me: "Monsieur Mouillard!" I looked first to the right and then to the left, till, on a refuge, I caught sight of M. Plumet struggling to attract my attention. I stopped the cab, and a smile of satisfaction spread over M. Plumet's countenance. He stepped off the refuge. I opened the cab-door.
"Is it all ready, Jim?" said he in a whisper. "You haven't forgot the gag? Nor the shawl to throw round her head? The least mistake upsets a job like this." For answer, Jim descended heavily from his seat, and holding the cab-door open, pointed to the above-named articles lying folded on the front seat. "You'll drive, master," said he, with a hoarse chuckle. "You knows the way.
So the time came when Theo, in giving her farewell kisses, clung a little closely about Pamela's neck, and when the cab-door had been shut, saw her dimly through the smoky glass, and the mistiness in her eyes; saw her shabby dress, and faded face, and half-longed to go back; remembered sadly how many years had passed since she had left the dingy sea-port town to go to London, and meet her fate, and lose it, and grow old before her time in mourning it; saw her, last of all, and so was whirled up the street, and out of sight.
"Where shall I tell the man to drive, mum?" the butler asked with the cab-door in his hand. Mrs. Branston felt herself blushing, and hesitated a little before she replied. "The Union Bank, Chancery-lane. Tell him to go by the Strand and Temple-bar." "I can't think what's come to my mistress," Miss Berners remarked as the cab drove off.
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