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In this way they not only did a thriving business, but kept up the appearance of being what they claimed to be "river-traders" and raftsmen. In this wicked scheme of cheating and stealing, Plater and Grimshaw felt no scruples nor regrets; but with Mr. Gilder, especially after his meeting with Sabella, the case was different.
"I hate that nasty little dog!" said Effie, and her pretty face became twisted into a pucker, "and I don't want to go to bed." "Tut, tut! Puss," said Father Gilder, who was smoking his pipe by the fire. "What! naughty on your birth-day? I thought you were going to be good always after this. I guess she's tired, mother."
A faint scorn widened the slit-like mouth, and the whistle of an approaching train seemed oddly to echo the mockery. "We arrested him," replied the sergeant gravely, "just as he was coming out of the police station at Highgate, where he had deposited all his master's money in the care of Inspector Robinson." Gilder looked at the man-servant in utter amazement.
"It was Annie O'Neil whom you followed last night, Patsy," said Nick. "Who was the men?" "John Gilder," gasped the terrified girl. "And you played ghost?" "Yes, sir." "But how about my shooting?" asked Patsy. "How does Annie O'Neil happen to be alive?" "Read that from Chick," said Nick, producing a paper. "He's made some discoveries in the colonel's house to-day while we were all away.
"Yes," she went on, quietly; "that's all there is to it. Give them a living chance to get enough food to eat, and a decent room to sleep in, and shoes that will keep their feet off the pavement winter mornings. Do you think that any girl wants to steal? Do you think that any girl wants to risk ?" By this time, however, Gilder had regained his powers of speech, and he interrupted stormily.
I did read them an extremely impertinent enclosure which was so like the letter I sent yesterday. That I think you got it before writing this. . . . Well I am glad about that cheque! Have you done anything on Gallagher? That is by far the best work you've done oh, by far Send that to Gilder. In old times The Century would not print the word "brandy." But those days are over.
Then, as I was thinking this, while Brigit explained me, Miss Gilder suddenly smiled. I was dazzled. No wonder Biddy loved her. It would be a wonder if I didn't love her myself before I knew what was happening.
The adulterated plaster is too hard for this; it will not stick, unless you moisten it on the varnished side. The Painter, Gilder, and Varnisher's Companion. A gentleman of this city has sent us the accompanying diagram of an improved hoisting pulley, for which he say she would be willing to pay any reasonable price provided he knew where to obtain it the wheel, not the price.
Gilder looked at her with a newly dawning respect; then his shrewdness suggested a retort. "Do you want my son to learn what you are?" he said. Mary laughed. There was something dreadful in that burst of spurious amusement. "Why not?" she answered. "I'm ready to tell him myself." Then Gilder showed the true heart of him, in which love for his boy was before all else.
"He is only a gilder in the bindery," she declared, "while the one I came home with is a grand high-toned, wealthy young fellow, and so aristocratic. He thought nothing of bringing me home in a cab, while Jack Garner would have fainted at the idea. He is so frightened if he spends a dollar of his hard-earned wages. It's no fun going around with a poor fellow. I hate them! So there!"
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