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"Yes, sir; they are just right." "I bought half a dozen of each. Susan will give you the bundle when you are ready to go. If they had not been right, they could have been exchanged." "Thank you, sir. I shall feel rich with so many clothes." "Where do you sleep, Frank?" "At the Newsboy's Lodging-House." "Is there any place there where you can keep your clothes?" "Yes, sir.
The watchman knocked with his pike at the stores, one or two bakers passed with their bread, a shop was opened, then another, then a vestibule; a servant threw some refuse out on the sidewalk, a newsboy's calling was heard.
Another measure of culture is the diffusion of knowledge, overrunning all the old barriers of caste, and, by the cheap press, bringing the university to every poor man's door in the newsboy's basket. Scraps of science, of thought, of poetry are in the coarsest sheet, so that in every house we hesitate to tear a newspaper until we have looked it through.
Guy was the only passenger who embarked at Plymouth; and this person unseen was the newsboy's one customer. Guy couldn't discover who he was at the moment, for the call for a paper came from the upper deck; he only heard the voice, and wasn't certain at first that he recognised even that any more than in a vague and indeterminate reminiscence.
"Diana," he said tensely, "must it always remain the hell of memory?" They were very near to each other in that moment; the great wall fashioned of jealousy and distrust was tottering to its foundations. And then, from the street below came the high-pitched, raucous sound of the newsboy's voice: "Attempted Murder of Miss Adrian Jervis! Premier Theatre Besieged."
Before the shuffling feet of the ragamuffins hurrying homeward had turned the corner, the last mouthful of the newsboy's supper was smothered in a yell of "Extree!" as he shot across the street to intercept a passing stranger. As the evening wore on, it grew rawer and more blustering still.
For Lemerre said, as though it was no more than a matter of ordinary comment: "So Mme. Dauvray's jewels were, after all, never stolen?" Hanaud started. "You know that? How did you know it?" "It was in this evening's paper. I bought one on the way here. They were found under the floor of the bedroom." And even as he spoke a newsboy's voice rang out in the street below them.
A newsboy's strident voice was heard here and there calling an extra, mingled with the sound of homing feet and street-cars Cowperwood's street-cars. "I'll tell you what it is," said Schryhart, finally. "It seems to me we have stood just about enough of this man's beggarly interference. I'll admit that neither Hull nor Stackpole had any right to go to him.
Which is Irish for saying that no one would attempt to keep track of a newsboy's idiosyncrasies on a train; it would be asking too much of any train crew; and, besides, there was no mention of it in the rules. It was a long while before Toddles stirred; a very long while before consciousness crept slowly back to him. Then he moved, tried to get up and fell back with a quick, sharp cry of pain.
My eyes! Oh, crickey!" cried Cap, breaking into her newsboy's slang, from mere consternation. "Yes, my dear, it is perfectly true!" replied the old man, growing furiously red, and rubbing his face. "Oh! oh! oh! Hold me! I'm 'kilt!" cried Cap, falling back in her chair in an inextinguishable fit of laughter, that shook her whole frame. She laughed until the tears ran down her cheeks.
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