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"Me, too," said Leighton, grinning and flushing with pleasure. "Come here, Lew. Shake hands with Mr. Tuck." "Well, I swan!" chuckled William as he crushed Lewis's knuckles. "Guess you don't recollec' ridin' on my knee, young feller?" "No, I don't," said Lewis, and smiled into the old man's moist blue eyes. "And who he this?" asked William, turning toward Nelton. "That?
Nelton said not a word, but cast an agonized look at Leighton, who came to his aid. "Now, William, what have you brought down?" "Well, Glen, there's me an' the kerryall for the folks, an' Silas here with the spring-wagon for the trunks." "Good," said Leighton. "Here, Silas, take these checks and look after Mr. Nelton. Lew and I will go in the carryall."
Leighton paused for a moment before he said: "Nelton, you can't go to Africa, not as a serving-man. You wouldn't be useful and you wouldn't be comfortable. Africa's a queer place, the cradle of slavery and the land of the free. A place," he continued, half to himself, "where masters become men.
I don't suppose she's little now." Leighton frowned. "Do you know where Natalie is living? She's there." His brow clouded with thoughts of the scene of his bitter love. H lne understood. "I know. I thought so," she said. "I'll send Lewis to her." "No, Glen," said H lne softly, "you'll take him to her." When all was ready for the start, Nelton appeared before Leighton.
"Never," with a coquettish side-glance; "I should like so much to go. I have a foible for the English in spite of that vilain petit Boulby. Who is it gave you the commission for me? Ha! I guess, le Capitaine Nelton." "No. What year, Madame, if not impertinent, were you at Aix-la-Chapelle?" "You mean Baden? I was there seven years ago, when I met le Capitaine Nelton, bel homme aux cheveux rouges."
It's a land where all the whites sit down to the same table, but it isn't every white that can get to the table. You mustn't think I'm picking on you, Nelton. The man that's going with me is always hard up, but I heard him refuse an offer of Lord Dubbley's of all expenses and a thousand pounds down to take him on a trip." "Lord Dubbley!" repeated Nelton, impressed.
Lewis smiled, and then laughed at his father's face. "Nelton," said Leighton, "did you hear what I was saying?" "I did, sir, thank " "Yes, yes," broke in Leighton, "we know. Well, Nelton, your pay is raised. Ten per cent." "Yes, sir," said Nelton, unmoved. "Thank you, sir." "As I was saying," continued Leighton to Lewis, "a country where money can't buy little things.
Leighton heard Nelton running down the stairs to call a cab for her. Mlle. Folly Delaires was not born within a stone's throw of the Paris fortifications, as her manager would have liked you to believe, but in an indefinite street in Cockneydom, so like its mates that, in the words of Folly herself, she had to have the homing instinct of a pigeon to find it at all.
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