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"If you take the baby we'll be found out," said Ben. "Well, I must risk it," said Netty; "I can't help it. You can go as Tom Minchin, Ben, and if they turn me back on account of the baby why, they must, that's all." "They won't let baby come, so you had best leave him at home. There's old Mrs.
"Why?" asked Netty, looking with a curious interest at the packets of tea in the Russian shop next to Ulrich's. "Is it not the correct thing to select the flower that matches the eyes?" "It is very kind of you to say that," said Netty, in a voice half-afraid, half-reproachful. "It is very kind of Heaven to give you such eyes," answered Martin, gayly.
He can't be," cried Dora desperately. "I must see your mother," she insisted. "I shall go up to her room. This is no ordinary time, and my business is urgent." Netty shrugged her shoulders, and walked out of the room, apparently to inform her mother of the visit. After a long delay, Mrs. Swinton entered, looking white and haggard.
That must only be a nickname." "Mais oui Monsieur. My name is much longaire than dat. My whole name is Etienne Guy Chezy D'Alencourt, but no man call me dat, specially in de mill. 'Netty' dey all know 'Netty." It was a long name, truly, and a high-sounding one, but I preferred thinking of him by it than by the meaningless soubriquet of "Netty."
"There; you'll set her crying!" said Van Diemen. "Now you can run upstairs, Netty. By jingo! Mart Tinman, you've got a bass voice for love affairs." "Annette," Tinman called to her, and made her turn round as she was retiring. "I must know the day before the end of winter. Please. In kind consideration. My arrangements demand it." "Do let the girl go," said Van Diemen.
He knit his brow, and beat the carpet with his foot, in vexation. "Perhaps she can't pay you, pa," trembled the sweet, silvery voice. "You wouldn't turn her out in this cold winter, when she can't pay you, would you, pa?" "Why don't she get another house, and swindle some one else?" he replied, testily; "there's plenty of rooms to let." "Perhaps she can't find one, pa," answered Netty.
"I reserve my charity and my cures for really deserving cases," answered Netty, lightly. "I think you are quite capable of taking care of yourself." "And of evolving my own dreams?" he inquired. But she made no answer, and did not appear to notice the glance of his tired, dark eyes. "I know so little," she said, after a pause, "so very little of Poland or Polish history.
I won't hurt it; dear, sweet little thing! she exclaimed, as she was just putting out her hand to take one of them up, but was held back by her cousin, and so prevented from receiving the meditated peck which the old hen was evidently preparing for her. 'Just in time, said Clara; 'old Netty would have made you repent of your boldness, had you taken hold of one of her pets.
He seemed to be absorbed in thought, or in the dull realization of his own misery, and took no note of the passers. Netty hardly glanced at him. She was looking impatiently towards the Kotzebue gate, which was the nearest to the Bukaty Palace of all the entrances to the Saski Gardens. At length she saw Martin, not in the gardens, but in the Kotzebue Street itself.
Where's the unmarried man wouldn't like to have a girl like you, Netty! They say he's been rejected all round a circuit of fifteen miles; and he's not bad-looking, neither he looks fresh and fair. But I thought it as well to let him know he might get me at a disadvantage, but he couldn't you. Now, don't think about it, my love."
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