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"You shall 'ave it," said the boarding-master, with sudden blandness, "and 'Melia shall 'ave 'er five 'undred." "'Ow?" inquired the other, staring. "It's as easy as easy," said Mr. Smith, who had been greatly galled by his friend's manner. "I'll leave it in my will. That's the cheapest way o' giving money I know of.
"Seems kinder queer to me now," he owned, "now I see you settin' here, only to put out your hand an' take a thing if you want it. Did Rufus leave a will?" Amelia shrank still smaller. "No," she trembled; "no, he didn't leave a will." "Well, I sha'n't change mine, 'Melia."
Who knows but wot he's a thinking of doing something for you?" "Startin' of you in business or somethin'," said Mrs. Kybird. "But if 'e tries to break it off between you and 'Melia I hope you know what to say." "He won't do that," said her husband. "If he wants to see me," said Mr. Nugent, "let him come here." "I wouldn't 'ave 'im in my house," retorted Mr. Kybird, quickly.
William's step cousin 'Melia, in service as general in Adelaide Road, Chalk Farm end, had said; and she had looked coldly upon William immediately afterwards, bestowing an amorous ogle upon Lobster, who sat well forward upon a backless Windsor chair, sucking the silver top of his swagger cane, Lobster, who was six foot high and in the Grenadier Guards, and had supplanted William in 'Melia's affections, for they 'ad used to walk out regularly on Sundays and holidays before Lobster came along.... How William loved Lobster now!
"There's a good many things I've wanted to talk over with you, 'Melia, from time to time. Now there's Arthur." Amelia nodded. "He ain't done very well, has he?" she inquired. "I never knew much about him after he moved away; but seems if I heard he'd took to drink." "That's it. Arthur was as good a boy as ever stepped, but he got led away when he wa'n't old enough to know t'other from which.
Her doll, forgotten, lay across a corner of the table, in limp abandon, the buttonholed eyes staring nowhere. Grandsir spoke wheezingly: "We're keepin' house, 'Melia an' me. We thought we'd crack us a few nuts. Help yourself, Hetty." 'Melia lifted her bowl with two fat hands, and held it out, tiltingly. Her round blue eyes shone in a painstaking hospitality. She was a good little 'Melia.
"How can I know whether I want to 'ear it or not when I don't know wot it is?" said Mr. Silk, judiciously. Mr. Kybird sat biting his thumb-nail, then he looked up suddenly. "'Melia," he said, with an outburst of desperate frankness, "'Melia is crying 'er eyes out." Mr. Silk, with a smothered exclamation, started up from his chair and regarded him eagerly. "If she knew I'd been 'ere," pursued Mr.
He bent forward a little, with the air of inviting a confidence. "Got suthin' on your mind, ain't you, 'Melia?" he whispered. "Kind o' worried? Find he's a drinkin' man?" Amelia was not to be beguiled, even by that anger which veils itself as justice. She looked at him steadily, with scorching eyes. "You ain't took any sugar," said she. "There 't is, settin' by you. Help yourself."
"You'll 'ave to 'ave both," observed Nathan Smith, whose knowledge of the sex was pretty accurate. Mr. Kybird nodded gloomily. "'Melia and Jack don't seem to 'ave been 'itting it off partikler well lately," he said, slowly. "He's getting more uppish than wot 'e was when 'e come here first. But I got 'im to promise that he'd settle any money that 'e might ever get left him on 'Melia." Mr.
That's the way them children was brought up." "Poor things!" cried Hilda. "What became of them, Farmer Hartley?" "'Melia, she run off an' married a circus feller," replied the farmer, "an' the boys, I don't rightly know what become of 'em. They went out West, I b'lieve; an' after 'Melia married, Cephas went out to jine 'em, an' I ain't heerd nothin' of 'em for years."
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