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Her father grew daily more childish, and needed more constant watching, but she found time to read to Polly many a snatch from her favourite authors, and Tryphosa's Bible lay always open near her hand. At last the day came when, in the full noontide, her father had called to her in his weak voice, 'It's gettin' dark, Pawliney, and Lemuel's not come home.
The tramps disappeared in the order of their vicinity to the manager's door, and it came in time to this boy and Lemuel. "You come along with me," he said, "and do as I do." When they entered the presence of the manager, who sat at a desk, Lemuel's guide nodded to him, and handed over his order for a bed. "Ever been here before?" asked the manager, as if going through the form for a joke.
A surgeon had come in, and now he examined Lemuel's leg. He looked once or twice at his face. "This is a pretty bad job, I can't tell how bad till you have had the ether. Will you leave it with me?" "Yes. But do the best you can for me." "You may be sure I will." Lemuel believed that they meant to cut off his leg.
Come along!" He preceded Lemuel, still drowsy, down the stairs into the room where they had undressed, and where the tramps were taking each his clothes from their hook, and hustling them on. "What time is it, Johnny?" asked Lemuel's mate of the attendant. "I left my watch under my pillow."
There's no use of my trying to go on as I have. Perhaps some day I can do something for you, and if I can, I will. I will pay your mother her three months' wages in full in the morning, and then I want you both to get your things into your trunk, and I'll take you to your Cousin Lemuel's." Driven almost to desperation, Jane suggested the only scheme she could think of.
Neither am I!" He shook Lemuel's helpless hand with mock heroic fervour. "We are brothers from this time forth, Barker! You can't imagine how closely this tie binds you to me, Barker. Barker, we are one; with no particular prospect, as far as I am concerned, of ever being more." He offered to dramatise a burst of tears on Lemuel's shoulder; but Lemuel escaped from him. "Stop! Quit your fooling!
He even assented to Lemuel's hasty generalisation of her as a perfect lady, though they both felt a certain inaccuracy in this, and Sewell repeated that she was a woman of excellent heart and turned to a more intimate inquest of Lemuel's life.
She was herself very prettily dressed, and though she looked thin, and at times gave a deep, dismal cough, she was so bright and gay that it was impossible not to feel hopeful about her. She became very confidential with Mrs. Sewell, whom she apparently brevetted Lemuel's best friend, and obliged to a greater show of interest in him than she had ever felt.
From hints more than statements Macleod gathered that Miss White had been made much of by the people frequenting Mr. Lemuel's house.
Harmon as a business woman, and therefore occupying a middle ground between the sexes, did not exactly know herself what to make of her clerk's studiousness; all that she could say was that he kept up with his work. She assumed that before Lemuel's coming she had been the sole motive power of the house; but it was really a sort of democracy, and was managed by the majority of its inmates.
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