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Incidentally Doris was thinking, just a little, of how well her gown and turban became her, for she had determined never to let herself become frowsy and slipshod Well she had not to look far for her antithesis. "Why, Mr. Annersley!" Pete flushed, the victim of several emotions. "Good-evenin', Miss Gray. I I thought I'd jest step in and say 'Hello' to that little kid." "Oh! Ruth?"
Old Fuller, who was the first to perceive him, came forward with rough heartiness, and shook hands with a burly bow. "Good-evenin', Mr. De Blacquaire," said Fuller. "We're pleased to see you. If you'd care to tek a hand i'stead of settin' idle by to listen, we shall be glad to mek room. Eh, lads?" "No, no, thank you, Mr. Fuller," said Ferdinand, "I would rather be a listener."
"Good-evenin', Zekle," said the girl, bravely assuming a calm superiority to all embarrassment and confusion. "Will ye come in th' parlor, er had ye ruther set out on th' piazza?" Zekle was wise; he knew that "Little Jim" dare not intrude on the sacred precincts of the parlor, and he answered, "I'd jest es live set in th' parlor, of it's all th' same ter you."
At half-past eight, when it had grown almost dark, Isaac descended the hill. John opened the door to his knock. 'Good-evenin, Isaac. Yer'll take it, will yer? 'If you can't do nothin better with it, said Isaac, unwillingly. 'But in gineral I'm not partial on keeping other folks' money. John liked him all the better for his reluctance. 'It'll give yer no trouble, he said.
And after sitting thus for some time, he would half turn, look over his shoulder, and remark in indifferent tones to the girl within: "Oh, good-evenin'! I forgot yo', " and then resume his conversation. While the girl within, her face a little pinker, her lips a little tighter, and her chin a little higher, would go about her business, pretending neither to hear nor care.
A little way down the street some one coming out of a dark alley just in time to confront the clergyman extended a hand in salutation. "Good-evenin', Mr. Blank." He took the hand. It belonged to a girl of eighteen, bareheaded and barefooted, holding in the other hand a small oil-can. Her eyes looked steadily into his. "You don't know me," she said, pleasantly. "Why, yes, now I remember you.
Henry's face showed like a reflector as he bowed and bowed, bending almost from his head to his ankles, "Good-evenin', Mis' Fa'gut; good-evenin'. How is you dis evenin'? Is all you' folks well, Mis' Fa'gut?" After a great deal of kowtow, they were planted in two chairs opposite each other in the living-room.
Well, there's one thing, t'ain't on'y the pore what's sufferin' this time; there'll be a lot of rich people dead afore mornin'. A pal of mine told me just now that Park Lane was burnin' from end t' end. Good-evenin', sir, and thenk you." As the cab drove away Lennard stood for a few moments on the pavement, watching two columns of flame soaring up from the side of the Strand.
The old man, known to that low class of fellow with whom he was now condemned to associate as "Westminister," was taking a whiff or two out of his old clay pipe, and trying to forget his feet. He saw Hilary coming, and carefully extended a copy of the last edition. "Good-evenin', sir! Quite seasonable to-day for the time of year! Ho, yes! 'Westminister!" His eyes followed Hilary's retreat.
"Good-evenin' to you kindly, sir," responded old Felix from his fireside corner; "and wudn't you be steppin' widin?" "I'm on'y axin' me way to the place below there Ballybrosna beyond Duffclane," said the old man; "it's the road I must be steppin', for I'm more than a thrifle late." But he came slowly forward into the room as if lured by the fire, at which he looked hungrily.
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