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"Chimney-sweep," said Mr. Jope; "leastways, so apprenticed, as I understand." The pair gazed at me anew. "I asked," said the woman at length, "because this is a poor place for chimbleys." "He's in trouble," Mr. Jope explained; "in trouble along o' killing a Jew." "Oh no, Mr. Jope!" I cried. "I didn't " "Couldn't," interrupted his sister shortly, and fell into a brown study.
Jope presently called up that this was unnecessary, for the door had opened to his hand smoothly, too, and without noise; but he failed to note this as strange, being taken aback for the moment by a strong draught of air that met him, blowing full in his face. "There's daylight here, too, of a sort," he reported: and so there was.
Jope. "Turned you out?" asked Nandy. Mr. Jope glanced back at the roof of Merry-Garden, which from the quay could be seen just overtopping the laylocks. "She's a sperrited woman," he said; and after that there was a pause until Nandy asked him who he thought he was staring at. "I dunno," said Mr. Jope. "You puts me in mind of a boy I knew, one time.
I may be then unable to swear to you: may be able to say that your face is as unfamiliar to me as it was or as mine was to you when Mr. Jope introduced us. Eh?" His look was piercing. "Thank you, sir."
We left the man lying and his horse cropping the hedgerow a few paces ahead; and struck off to the left, down across a field of young corn interspersed with poppies. "Plain sailing, my lad," panted Mr. Jope, as the cornfield threw up its heat in our faces. "See, yonder's Saltash!"
Why, 'tis less than a half-hour ago they turned me out o' that very place. You and in that state! Oh, be ashamed o' yourself!" But just then a patient behind Clatworthy set up a yell so full of terror that even the doctor slewed round his head and splashed more mud over his hair, all combed as it was in full pigeon-wing style. "Bill!" said Mr. Jope, sharp-like. "Bill Adams!
They passed through the hall; thence down a stone stairway into an ample vaulted kitchen, and thence along a slate-flagged corridor flanked by sculleries, larders and other kitchen offices. The two seamen searched the floors of all in hope of finding a cellar trap or hatchway, and Mr. Adams was still searching when Mr. Jope called to him from the end of the corridor: "Here we are!"
He sat for a while, the sound of his own voice echoing strangely in his ears, even when Mr. Coyne rose to take his leave. "Well, I can't help admirin' you," said Mr. Coyne handsomely. "By the way the rent's by the quarter, an' in advance fours into forty is ten; I mention it as a matter of business, and in case we don't meet again." Mr. Jope counted out the money. When Mr.
Jope by this time had one foot planted, very gingerly, on a flower-bed, and was reaching forth a hand to Clatworthy; and Clatworthy, squatting up to his chin in the warm mud, was lifting two naked arms to beat him off. "Private, hey?" says Mr. Jope, looking around and seeing the rest of the patients bobbing up and down in their baths between the rage of it and shame to show themselves too far.
He thrust the door open and motioned me to tumble out ahead of him. As the rest of the funeral guests alighted, he worked me very skilfully before him into the driver's view, having taken care to set the coach door wide on the off side. "It's understood that you wait, all o' ye?" said Mr. Jope to the driver. The man lifted a lazy eye. "Take your time," he said: "don't mind me.
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