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His meditations were interrupted by the sound of a key in the front door, and a second later a small, anxious figure entered the room and, leaning against the table, strove to get its breath. The process was not helped by the alarming distension of Mr. Gribble's figure. "I I got home quick as I could Henry," said Mrs. Gribble, panting. "Where is my tea?" demanded her husband.
And at the end of 1839 the Chinese were fully convinced that they had the power to carry out their will and to keep the European nations out of their country by the strong hand. A short time after the action at Chuenpee an Englishman named Mr. Gribble was seized by the Canton officials and thrown into prison.
I've given up a good situation, and now, any time you fancy to go off the hooks, I'm to be turned into the street." "I'll try and live, for your sake, Henry," said his wife. "Think of my worry every time you are ill," pursued the indignant Mr. Gribble. Mrs.
"I I got home quick as I could Henry," said Mrs. Gribble, panting. "Where is my tea?" demanded her husband. "What do you mean by it? The fire's out and the kitchen is just as you left it." "I I've been to a lawyer's, Henry," said Mrs. Gribble, "and I had to wait." "Lawyer's?" repeated her husband. "I got a letter this afternoon telling me to call. Poor Uncle George, that went to America, is gone."
"And iron palings to the front garden, painted chocolate-colour picked out with blue," continued his wife, eyeing him wistfully. Mr. Gribble struck the table a blow with his fist. "This house is good enough for me," he roared; "and what's good enough for me is good enough for you. You want to waste money on show; that's what you want. Stained glass and bow-windows!
The rain had slackened when Bev Gribble, looking from his herder's hut up on the mesa, saw that his "bunch" of cattle had disappeared. Certain tracks on the left of the upland pasture exhibited traces of a hasty departure. That there had been a cloudburst over toward the Peaks he was as yet ignorant; nor did he discover this until he had caught his cow-pony and descended into the ravine.
Gribble. "Not but what it is good enough for me. And I dare say it will last my time." "Nonsense!" said her husband, gruffly. "You want to get out a bit more. You've got nothing to do now we are wasting all this money on a servant. Why don't you go out for little walks?" Mrs. Gribble went, after several promptings, and the fruit of one of them was handed by the postman to Mr.
He laid Lola over the saddle and mounted behind his dripping burden. When the coal-camp came in sight on the green skirt of the plains, with the Apishapa scrolling the distance in a velvet ribbon, sunset was already forward, and the smoke of many an evening fire veined the late sky. A man coming toward the cañon stopped at sight of Gribble. He was the store clerk going home to supper.
He filled his pipe and smoked thoughtfully, while Mrs. Gribble cleared away the tea-things and washed up. Pictures, good to look upon, formed in the smoke-pictures of a hale, hearty man walking along the primrose path arm-in-arm with two hundred a year; of the mahogany and plush of the saloon bar at the Grafton Arms; of Sunday jaunts, and the Oval on summer afternoons.
Stained glass and bow-windows! You want a bow-window to loll about in, do you? Shouldn't wonder if you don't want a servant-gal to do the work." Mrs. Gribble flushed guiltily, and caught her breath. "We're going to live as we've always lived," pursued Mr. Gribble. "Money ain't going to spoil me. I ain't going to put on no side just because I've come in for a little bit.
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