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You're going to have just as many pretty things as Allie." Ma was panic-stricken at this suggestion. When Gray insisted she demurred; when he told her that one nice dress would cost at least a hundred dollars, she confessed: "Why, I don't s'pose all the clo's I've had since I was married cost much more 'n that." "I'll spend at least a thousand on you before noon," he laughed. Mrs.
And that's 'ow it was; and I lost a suit o' clo's, for nothing on 'arth would take the oil out, and I didn't need to use pomatum for six months after." "No more you did," cried Rokens, who had listened to the narrative with suppressed delight; "no more you did.
No, for Kit would discover her loss, and would guess what had happened. A fight for the pearls would be too uncertain, and Kit would call Mrs. Mac and Vi to the rescue, or Churn might come But could she hope to pass safely if she went on? No, she had promised to guard the door. Kit would accuse and stop her if they met. In her anguish Clo's fingers closed upon Chuff's key.
There were two more rooms on this floor; a small one opposite Clo's, tenanted by a young man who went to work at seven o'clock; and another still smaller, used as a storeroom a refuge for trunks, dust-pans, and brooms. The early bird never locked his door, but his key fell short of success. The storeroom key remained. It did not fail. It turned all the way round in the lock, and Kit's door opened.
"Boa'd and clo's an' whatever dey min' to give." "What do you do?" "Bring wood, wash dishes, and whatever dey wants me to." "How would you like to come up here for a while?" He had his eye on my target-rifle as he replied, "Yassah, I'd like it what sort o' gun yo' got?" I explained my firearm to him and let him handle it. His willingness to come grew. "Are you a pretty good boy, Lazarus?"
One of these ladies, opening a gold chain bag to pull out her handkerchief, dropped a bit of paper with a number on it Clo's favourite number, 17. It fluttered close to her feet; she stooped and picked it up. Common sense told her that the numbered slip was a cloakroom check. It might mean salvation.
He now turned the key, pulled down the curtain, then drew his charge forward where the light fell clear upon his face, and asked, "Jackson, who is that?" The landlord stared, his jaw fell from sheer astonishment, as he faltered, "Captain Nichol!" "Yes," said Nichol, with a pleased grin, "that's my new name! Jes' got it, like this new suit o' clo's, bes' I ever had, doggoned ef they ain't.
I'm responsible for that envelope we've lost. Do, for the love of heaven, tell me what happened in this room while Mrs. Sands went out and left you here alone." The pearl-stringer remained silent. She met Clo's great, imploring eyes without shrinking, but the girl saw that she breathed hard. "If you don't want me to die, tell me!" Clo implored.
"Where has she gone?" I asked for the fourth time. "I don't know we don't know. And oh, Willie, she went out yesterday morning! I said to her, 'Nettie, I said to her, 'you're mighty fine for a morning call. 'Fine clo's for a fine day, she said, and that was her last words to me! Willie! the child I suckled at my breast!" "Yes, yes. But where has she gone?" I said.
I'm lookin' ter hear th' whistle any minute, I am, an' I got a pal waitin' fer me in the yards up ter Buff'lo, wid the duds. When I get there 'n' get me clo's changed, mebbe I'll leave ye come back if me pal 'n' me thinks ye kin be trusted."
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