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Updated: May 3, 2025
She had come down already hatted and shod for a dash to the park lodge, where one of the gatekeeper's children had had an accident.
That's what for I'll no' gang to service, as my mither's aye wantin'. No me, to be ordered aboot like a beast! I'll hae my liberty, an' maybe some day I'll hae servants o' my ain. Naebody kens. Lord Bellew's bride in the story was only the gatekeeper's dochter, an' that's her on the horse, look, after she was my Lady Bellew. Here's Teen.
In the garden Barine begged him, before they went to the landing-place where the boat was moored, to help her ascend the narrow flight of steps leading to the flat roof of the gatekeeper's little house. Here they could watch unseen the tumult in the square below, for it was surrounded by dense laurel bushes.
Ditmar, and tell him I want to see him?" she asked. "Why, I guess so," he answered, after a moment. "What name shall I say?" "Miss Bumpus." "Bumpus," he repeated. "That's the gatekeeper's name." "I'm his daughter but I want to see Mr. Ditmar." "Well," said the sergeant, "I'm sure it's all right, but I'll have to send in anyway. Orders are orders. You understand?" She nodded as he departed.
The way is full of all the gatekeeper's kind words and still kinder actions. Every several pilgrim has his wager with all the rest that no one ever got such kindness at the gate as he got. And even Feeble-mind gave the gatekeeper this praise "The Lord of the place," he said, "did entertain me freely. Neither objected he against my weakly looks nor against my feeble mind.
"It is sad enough to cry over!" said the gatekeeper's wife, indignantly. "Is this the thanks she gets for all her care of her little brothers and sisters! Only to think that a father can speak so, when his best child is lying with a broken leg, helpless among strangers!" "With a broken leg," whimpered Arsinoe. "Broken!" repeated Keraunus slowly, and now sincerely anxious. "Where can I find her?"
He called the strikers an unprintable name, and though Janet stood, with her back turned, directly before him, he gave no sign of being aware of her presence. "It wasn't the gatekeeper's fault," she heard Orcutt reply in a tone quivering with excitement and apprehension. "They really didn't give us a chance that's the truth. They were down Canal Street and over the bridge before we knew it."
In the garden Barine begged him, before they went to the landing-place where the boat was moored, to help her ascend the narrow flight of steps leading to the flat roof of the gatekeeper's little house. Here they could watch unseen the tumult in the square below, for it was surrounded by dense laurel bushes.
He argued with himself that no doubt the gatekeeper's guess was correct; the money had belonged to some sailor or pilot, who had been drowned, and his personal effects, whether found on his dead body, or perhaps in the hold of a derelict, sold. Certainly these notes did not belong to the old-clothes' man in the Minories.
For there, in the long distance, ensconced among the woods, stood a certain gate-lodge of greystone, much covered with ivy, which sheltered, among other inmates, the gatekeeper's blue-eyed, ripe and ruddy daughter Dame Margery's pet grandchild. The idea of ever leaving the master even for the sake of the happiness to be found over yonder was not one to be entertained by René.
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