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Jenkins, too, the motherly female who had so kindly attended the little one the night before, how did she blame herself for not taking the child with her after she had dressed him, when she was obliged to go to her work, which was much increased that morning by the state in which the young people had left the room, the scene of the last night's revels.
"As I was running up stairs with Colonel Leson's shoes, I see'd the coachman bring in his portmanteau." "Well, Jack-a-napes, what of that?" cried Jenkins; "is a nobleman always to carry his equipage about him, like a snail with its shell on its back? To be sure, this foreign lord, or prince, is only come to stay here till his own house is fit for him. I will be civil to him."
"Gimme the pail; I'll go after him," cried Jake. "Naw, you don't; I'm a-goin'. It's my maw that knows him," said Billy. "That ain't nothin'. My uncle knows the chief of police! Can't I go, Mrs. Wiggs?" Meanwhile Chris had seized the hint and the bucket, and was off in search of Mr. Peter Jenkins, whose name would prove an open sesame to that small boy's paradise the engine side of the rope.
"I have, however, made up my mind to follow you wherever you go," said Jenkins resolutely. There was an instant of silence. Paul asked himself if it was worthy of him to listen to this conversation which was full of terrible revelations. But in spite of his fatigue an invincible curiosity nailed him to the spot.
Meanwhile Antoine Dechamp had been pressed into the service, and took his place as best-man to Fred Jenkins a position which he filled to admiration, chiefly owing to the fact that he had never served in such a capacity before.
"I hope you didn't let him misunderstand " "You asked me not to let him know too much. Fossy has to do so much with queer folk " "Yes, I saw he had to warn them against improper songs." Jolly Jack Jenkins exploded in a guffaw. "I'm sorry I came," said Eileen, in vague distress. "Fossy isn't," he retorted. "He was clean bowled over.
Innumerable signs swayed in the wind over the door, which was adorned with a large case of photographs, white with dust, before which Jenkins paused for a moment. Had the illustrious physician come so far to have his picture taken?
Mr. Galloway rang his bell. It was answered by Jenkins. "Send Mr. Arthur Channing in," said Mr. Galloway. Arthur entered, in obedience. Mr. Galloway signed to him to close the door, and then spoke. "This is an awkward business, Channing." "Very awkward, indeed, sir," replied Arthur, at no loss to understand what Mr. Galloway alluded to.
She sought for converts everywhere. A murderer awaited execution in the local gaol. Miss Jenkins obtained permission to visit him. She entered the condemned cell, pleaded with him, wept over him, won him to repentance, and the man went to the scaffold blessing her. Then, from the winning of the lowest, she turned to the winning of the highest.
She followed Mr Prothero downstairs and made herself so agreeable to him and Mrs Jonathan, that they quite forgot Mrs Prothero's absence, until the sudden return of that good woman set all matters right, and enabled Miss Gwynne to leave the farm. 'I must have money, said Howel Jenkins as he sat alone with his mother in their little parlour, the evening after Mrs Prothero had left them.
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