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"Did you want the barrow very particular?" inquired the shoemaker, in a regretful voice. "Very particular," said Mr. Hogg. Mr. Quince went through the performance of feeling in all his pockets, and then stood meditatively rubbing his chin. "The door's locked," he said, slowly, "and what I've done with that there key " "You open that door," vociferated Mr. Rose, "else I'll break it in.
"It's jest blamed mean!" sputtered Marty. "Telegraph shops ain't got no right to shut up in the daytime, too." "It's not a Western Union wire," explained Nelson. "The railroad only takes ordinary messages as a matter of convenience. But wait! That door's open and there's a fire in the waiting-room, you see.
"I suppose you mean I oughtn't to have mentioned it.... Starfield, I cannot possible wear that thick dress to-night. It's suffocating. Get something thinner.... Oh, well if I must tell you I must tell you! Go back in your room a minute while Starfield finds that dress.... Oh no she's not listening ... never mind her! There, the door's shut!" "Well what is it?" "It's Gwen.
I gets a peek in, 'cause the door's cracked. It was French Pete an' Marny Day. I listens. An' after about two seconds I was goin' shaky for fear some one would come along an' I wouldn't get the whole of it. Take it from me, Shluk, it was some goods!" Shluker grunted noncommittingly. "Well, go on!" he prompted. "I didn't get all the fine points," grinned Pinkie; "but I got enough.
Selina P. Watkins declared, without quitting her position, "and it's no good your going up to your room because the door's locked." "What do you mean?" Beatrice faltered. "I mean that I've done with you," the lodging-house keeper announced. "Your room's locked up and the key's in my pocket, and the sooner you get out of this, the better I shall be pleased."
An armchair and a round table with a bowl of pink tulips on it stood in the centre of the bay. "Is this mine, this heavenly room?" "I thought so." He was glad that he had something beautiful to give her, to make up. She glanced at the inner door leading to his father's room. "Is that yours in there?" "Mine? No. That door's locked. It... I'm on the other side next to Colin." "Show me."
But though the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could not squeeze his bulky person through the aperture into the Red Room. "I believe he's gone," he said, returning to Jonathan. "The door's open, and the room empty." "You believe you know it," replied Jonathan, fixing one of his sternest and most searching glances upon him.
I followed the gesture and saw, above the moon door and on each side of it, two gently curving bosses of rock, perhaps a foot in diameter. "The moon door's keys," I said. "It begins to look so," answered Larry. "If we can find them," he added. "There's nothing we can do till moonrise," I replied. "And we've none too much time to prepare as it is. Come!" A little later we were beside our boat.
'No, sir. 'You have! 'He is not in the house, sir. 'You have! How did you speak to him, then? 'Out of my window, sir. 'What place here is the scoundrel soiling now? 'He is on the doorstep outside the house. 'Outside, is he? and the door's locked? 'Yes, sir. 'Let him rot there! By this time the midnight visitor's patience had become exhausted.
The light comes from a single candle, which shines through a window as the great shape swings by. Some recollection is drifting back to me with it as I listen with beating heart. "There's someone in it, by heavens! Give way, boys lay her alongside. Handsomely, now! The door's fastened; try the window; no! here's another!"
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