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For a moment he had not the slightest idea what he was talking about. "I'm going to marry Mamie Brady," explained Flynn. "She took laudanum. It all happened on account of the strike. I'll own I'd been flirting some with her, but she'd never done it if she hadn't been out of work, too. She said so. Her mother made her life a hell. I'm going to marry her, and take her out of it."
"By George, that's so!" says T. Waldo, chirkin' up. "But er must I go down there? Suppose he should be a burglar, after all?" "We'd be three to one, not countin' Mrs. Flynn," says I. "Would you help, really?" he asks eager. "You see, I'm not very strong. And Tidman well, you can't count much on him. Besides, how does one know a burglar by sight?"
Sadie Peel turned on the foreman coquettishly and said, "You'd better go an' talk to Mamie Brady, she's got on a new blue bow on her red hair. Why don't you give her some better work than tying those old shoes? Here she's been workin' in this shop two years. You needn't come shinin' round Ellen an' me! We don't want you." Flynn colored angrily and shot a vicious glance at the girl.
"I don't know how I'm to get through the next few weeks," he said, "unless you two are very kind and polite to me." Mrs. Flynn suddenly threw her apron over her head. "God knows," she sobbed, "I've waited for you to smile this weary time! I've washed and mended all your clothes and cleaned your room and cooked everything I ever heard of and not a smile could I get.
Nosey Flynn sipped his grog. Doing any singing those times? Look at his mouth. Could whistle in his own ear. Flap ears to match. Music. Knows as much about it as my coachman. Still better tell him. Does no harm. Free ad. She's engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard perhaps. No. O, that's the style. Who's getting it up? The curate served. How much is that?
A girl, in the garb of the Magdalene, entered the tent of the Cure, and, speaking no word, knelt and received absolution of her sins. CHARLEY left Jo Portugais behind, and went home alone. He watched at a window till he saw Rosalie return. As she passed quickly down the street with Mrs. Flynn to her own door, he observed that her face was happier than he had seen it for many a day.
She examined him with the critical gaze which she might have given a hackney at a horse show. Jerry's appearance with Flynn a moment later was the signal for another outburst from the crowd not so long a greeting nor so prolonged a one as that which had greeted Clancy, but warm enough to make the boy feel that he was not without friends in the house.
He was, however, recalled to himself a moment later when the portmanteau was knocked down at fifteen dollars, and considerably startled when the assistant placed it at his feet with a grim smile. "That's your property, Fowler, and I reckon you look as if you wanted it back bad." "But there's some mistake," stammered Flint. "I didn't bid." "No, but Tom Flynn did for you.
And, to Siward: "There is room for your gun and suit case." "And for me?" he asked, smiling. "I think so. Be careful of that Sagamore pup, Flynn. Hold him between your knees. Are you ready, Mr. Siward?"
A few minutes afterward, the man at the filling station says he saw a man wheel a motorcycle out of the woods and ride past. He kinda thought it was the same man, though he didn't take particular notice. They were all excited about the explosion. That means that the man probably had his motorcycle parked in the woods, while he was waiting for Flynn to come home. "Does that help you, Professor?"
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