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"Well, somebody had to tell him," said Hilda, with an affectation of carelessness. "So I told him myself." "And how did he take it?" "Well, how should he take it?" Hilda retorted largely. "He had to take it! He was much obliged, and he said so." Mrs. Lessways began to weep. "What ever's the matter?" "I was only thinking of poor Sarah!" Mrs.
Wilson, she says, and I turned my head quick, like I was lookin' around for him, and never kep' a-lettin' on like I knew she meant me." "That was kind of rough treatment for a lady, Taterleg." "It would be for a lady, but for that girl it ain't. It's what's comin' to her, and what I'll hand her ag'in, if she ever's got the gall to speak to me."
"You hit it off pretty well when you said that all I really cared for was money and jewels and my dancing and the big audiences and all that." Her eyes had narrowed so that the gleaming light that shone through her lashes was like a mere line of fire. "You see, I got to play the game. I got to. Nothing but winning and winning big ever's going to suit me. I saw that when I was awful young.
"The master sent them, said I," continued the sturdy little matron, who was far from possessing the instinctive tact of her spouse; "an' she get agate o'crying quiet like and let the flowers fall out of her hands on the bed Eh, what ever's coom to her, sin yesterday? Wannut you go in, sir?" "Not unless she sends for me," said Sir Adrian hastily. "And remember, Moggie, do not speak my name to her.
'You shouldn't have been so ready to say yes when he asked you to go to the theatre. It was like his impudence! 'Why, what ever's the harm, Dick? Besides, we must have some friends, and really he looks a gentleman. I'll tell you a secret, returned her brother, with a half-smile, half-sneer. 'You don't know a gentleman yet, and you'll have to be very careful till you do.
An' what ever's made ye quit lookin' down on me, so sudden like?" "Jim-Ed," she replied, in a caressing tone, "ef y' ain't got no paper collar on, ner no glas' di'mon' pin, I allow ye're a man. An' maybe maybe ye're the kind of man I like, Jim-Ed." To even such genuine modesty as Jim-Ed's this was comprehensible. Shyly and happily he reached out his hand for hers.
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