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"That's a first-rate end to a very good story," began Jack, with grave decision, as he put on his slipper and sat up to pat Jill's hand, wishing it was not quite so like a little claw. "That's not the end;" and Mamma's eyes laughed more than ever as three astonished faces turned to her, and three voices cried out, "Still more?" "The very best of all.
Such was Nelly's view of the matter, and sympathy gave to her manner a kind of maternal gentleness which acted on Freddie, raw from his late encounter with Mr Johnson Miller and disturbed by Jill's attitude in the matter of poor old Derek, like a healing balm.
I am very fond of Lady Betty, finished Jill, with a benevolent nod. I proceeded to annotate Jill's mischievous remarks with much severity. I left Mr. Hamilton alone, with the exception of a brief sentence; I assured Lesbia that he was not ugly, but only peculiar-looking, and that he was an intellectual, earnest-minded man who had known much trouble.
Jill's opinion of the chivalry of theatrical managers seemed to be higher than that of her more experienced colleagues. "They'll do anything," the Cherub assured her. "You don't know the half of it, dearie," scoffed Lois Denham. "You don't know the half of it!" "Wait till you've been in as many shows as I have," said Babe, shaking her red locks.
Fortunately, the inn had a spirit licence, so Mavis sipped the stuff that Perigal brought her, to feel better at once. She then soaked a piece of biscuit in the remainder of the brandy, to force it down Jill's throat. Next, she turned to Perigal. "Have you had any?" she asked. "What do you think?" "I don't know how to thank you for saving Jill's life." "Rot!"
The girl with the lisp, who had been listening in a perfunctory manner to the long speech, screamed loudly. The voice of an unseen stage-hand called thunderously to an invisible "Bill" to cummere quick. And from the scenery on the prompt side there curled lazily across the stage a black wisp of smoke. "Fire! Fire! Fire!" "Just," said a voice at Jill's elbow, "what the play needed!"
There was no grumbling or snarling, they knew their master and lay still, until, with a slight grunt, one raised its head and looked towards the East, as the man with a muttered "Allah" slowly moved towards the gate. Putting his hands to his lips and forehead and murmuring, "Peace be upon you!" he took Jill's dressing-case from her.
If I'd stayed long enough, I've no doubt I should have seen Jonah's trousers and Jill's chemisette, which means or mean whichever you like that...." Hurriedly I explained, and then fell again into uproarious laughter. This time she joined me in my mirth. At length: "But, after all," she said, "it doesn't make it any better for me, because I'm all alone, while you're a party."
The fire had burnt low; a heap of black ashes lay under the grate; and by the dull red glow I could see Jill's forlorn figure, very indistinctly, as she sat in her favourite attitude on the rug, her arms clasping her knees and her short black locks hanging loosely over her shoulders. She gave a little shrill exclamation of pleasure when she saw me.
"One can't make money without. That's what all the row's been about. He's a fearful old screw." "As well as I remember, my father always liked him." "That was before I grew up to sour his life." "Did you tell him how you saved Jill's life?" asked Mavis. "I'd forgotten that, and I'm also forgetting my fishing." "May I come too?" "I've a spare rod if you care about having a go." "I should love to.
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