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I'm only too glad to have my own again, and thank you." "I thought 'e might," she said, only half-reassured, jerking a nod towards Hartnoll. "As for his dirk, I never took it, but I know the boy as did. He lives the way we're going, and close down by the water; and if you spring a couple o' tanners maybe I'll make him give it up."
"Yes, sir: and there's my friend inside, and for all I know they're murdering him. . . . A lot of men dressed up as women. . . . His name's Hartnoll " I struggled to make away for another rush at the door, and had my heel against it, when it gave way and Hartnoll came flying out into the night. The officer, springing past me, very cleverly thrust in a foot before it could be closed again.
Then it struck me that I need not have lost my temper; but I was none the more inclined to let Hartnoll down easily. "I call that pretty meek," said I, as we walked off together, the child pattering, barefoot, beside us. "What's the matter?" asked Hartnoll. "Why, to let that girl kiss you like a baby!" "Sure you're not thinking of sour grapes?"
"'These? Brady replied, pointing to the right. 'No one. They were vacated at Easter, and are being repainted and decorated. These on the left Dobson, who is, I happen to know, at the present moment in Co. Mayo. He won't be back till next week. "'Then we can search them, a student called Hartnoll intervened. "'To be sure we can, Brady replied, 'but I doubt if you'll find anyone.
As the child made a motion to spring away, Hartnoll stepped out across the gutter and intercepted her. "I I say," he stammered, "you don't by any chance happen to have my dirk?" She fell to whimpering. "Lemme go . . . I took pity on yer an' done yer a kindness . . . put myself out o' the way, I did, and this is what I get for it.
"Half-way up something struck him once, twice, thrice, sharply, and there was a soft, malevolent chuckle. "At this juncture the two undergraduates arrived in Brady's room. No one was there nothing save a hunched-up figure on a chair. "'Hartnoll! they whispered. 'Hartnoll! No reply. They called again still no reply.
Hartnoll stole a little relaxation; when she allowed herself to chat with us, and even to smile Heavens! those smiles! And when I can feel the tingling of my pulses at the bare mention of it she spoke about herself, stated she had once been young a declaration so astounding, so utterly beyond our comprehension, that we were rendered quite speechless and told us anecdotes.
I fancied, too, that the fresh air was affecting Hartnoll, unless his gait feigned a sea-roll to match his uniform. I felt a delicacy in asking him about it. Another thing that surprised me was the emptiness of the streets.
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