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I kin take 'em down to de same place dat Gadgem man tol' me to take de big brass shovel an' tongs " "All right, Todd," rejoined St. George, highly amused at the boy's economic resources. "Anything that Mr. Gadgem recommends I agree to. Yes take him the chairs both of them." Even the men at the club had noticed the change and congratulated him on his good spirits.
Gadgem isn't a bad sort of fellow after all. He only wants his pound of flesh, like the others. Ah, good-morning, Mr. Gadgem." The front door had been purposely left open, and though the bill collector had knocked by way of warning, he had paused for no answer and was already in the room.
These details duly agreed upon, Gadgem bowed himself out of the dining-room, carrying with him a note-book filled with such data as: 2 fowling pieces made by Purdey, 1838. 3 heavy duck guns. 2 English saddles. 1 silver loving cup. 2 silver coasters, etc, etc.,
He was accustomed to being put off that way and had already formulated his next tactical move. In fact he was about to name it with some positiveness, recounting the sort of papers which would follow and the celerity of their serving, when he suddenly became aware that St. George's eyes were fixed upon him and instantly stopped breathing. "I said good-morning, Mr. Gadgem," repeated St.
He had, as was his custom, crept upstairs so as to be within instant call when wanted. "Yes I am speaking of you, sir. Come inside and shut that door behind you. You too, Todd. What the devil do you mean, Gadgem, by deceiving me in this way? Don't you know I would rather have starved to death than " Gadgem raised his hand in protest: "EXactly so, sir.
George burst out, "that the money you paid me for the gun really came from a friend of yours?" "I do, sir." Gadgem's gimlet eye was worming itself into Temple's. "What's his name?" "Gadgem, sir John Gadgem, of Gadgem & Coombs Gadgem sole survivor, since Coombs is with the angels; the foreclosure having taken place last month: hence these weeds."
And there's another thing you can be thankful for now that you are in a thankful mood, and that is that Mr. Poe will be at Guy's to-morrow, and wants to see me." He had finished filling the pipe bowl, and had struck a match. The boy's eyes danced. Gadgem, his father, his debts, everything was forgotten. "Oh, I'm so glad! How do you know?" "Here's a letter from him." "And can I see him?"
He had, it was true, often kept her waiting: but that was when he could pay at his pleasure; now, perhaps, he couldn't pay at all. "All right, Gadgem," he said slowly, a far-away, thoughtful look on his face "come to think of it I don't need two guns of this calibre, and I am quite willing to let this one go, if it will oblige your friend."
"What buzzard?" asked Harry, glancing over the letters on the mantel in the forlorn hope of finding one from Kate. "Why, Gadgem and that is the last you will ever see of him." "Why? has father paid him?" he asked in a listless way, squeezing Dandy's nose thrust affectionately into his hand his mind still on Kate. Now that Willits was with her, as every one said, she would never write him again.
As for Harry the glad news had cleared out wide spaces before him, such as he had not looked through in years; leafy vistas, with glimpses of sunlit meadows; shadow-flecked paths leading to manor-houses with summer skies beyond. He, too, was on his feet, walking restlessly up and down. Pawson and Gadgem again put their heads together, Harry stopping to listen.
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