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"Of course such inducements should increase the value," confirmed Mr. Vedder gravely, and he proceeded to hold another colloquy with the twinkling-eyed tenor. Amarilly went home for the surplice and received therefor the sum of one dollar, which swelled the Jenkins's purse perceptibly. And here began the mundane career of the minister's surplice.
Anyway, he was not going to share in any attempts to clear the man who had bundled him out of his house unceremoniously he would bide his time. And in the meantime there were other things to be done one of them that very night. But before Bryce could engage in his secret task of excavating a small portion of Paradise in the rear of Richard Jenkins's tomb, another strange development came.
It was these things that gave to the poor place so heart-rending an aspect. A house in which children die cannot be gay; you cannot see trees break into flower there, birds building, streams flowing like rippling laughter. The thing seemed altogether false. Excellent in itself, Jenkins's scheme was difficult, almost impracticable in its application.
He avoided going to places where he thought he might meet her: to Esme Darlington's, to Mrs. Chetwinde's, to one or two other houses which she frequented; he even gave up visiting Jenkins's gymnasium because he knew she continued to go there regularly with Jimmy Clarke, whom, since the divorce case, with his father's consent, she had taken away from school and given to the care of a tutor.
"There's no 'must' in the case, as far as you are concerned. If I say you shan't go to it, why, you shan't. What's the office, pray, in comparison with a man's life?" "But I am not so ill as to remain away. I can still go and do my work." "You'd be for going, if you were in your coffin!" was Mrs. Jenkins's wrathful answer. "Could you do any good then, pray?"
Well, the shed starts to-morrow, and of course you won't say nothin' about it." "Trust me for not talking in this neighborhood. It ain't safe even to think. First you know your thoughts are being megaphoned down the street." Gus consulted the Boarder who instantly and obligingly began the erection of a building in the farthest corner of the Jenkins's domain.
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They won't want you as more than an accessory." Maria started to rise. She shrank back again, shivering close to the fire. "Is your master hiding," Paredes asked, "or has he left the house?" Jenkins's answer came through trembling lips. "He's gone! Mr. Silas is gone! How did you find out? My God! How did you find out?" "He said nothing to you?" Paredes asked. Jenkins shook his head.
John walked out into the Jenkins's part of the house with them, while Amarilly slipped home by way of the Annex bedroom. The entrance was certainly effective to the neighbors. "Ain't she a lily though!" "Look at that long veil onct!" "Jest like 'a picter!" "What a swell waist" "That big bo'quet!" "I niver seed sech flowers afore." "That surplus makes it look like picters!"
Strange " "Odd that was, wasn't it? But it isn't such a very uncommon name. I've met other Stranges " "Oh yes. So have I." "Well, who do you think he is? Why, he's Stephens and Jarrott's new man in New York. He's taken Jenkins's place. You remember Jenkins, don't you? That little man with a lisp. I had a nice long chat with him Strange, I mean.
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