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Only a downrush of soot in the chimney," answered Nicky-Nan, gasping: for the heap of dust and mortar at his feet lay scattered all over with golden coins! "But the noise was terrible. I I thought for sure it must be the Germans," came in Mrs Penhaligon's voice. "Nothing of the sort. You exaggerate things," answered Nicky-Nan, commanding his voice. "A rush of soot down the chimney, that's all.
Nicky-Nan asked with suppressed fierceness as he pushed his way in, conscious of the ballast in his pocket.
"I don't speckilate on a thief," she added with vicious intention. "Hush hush!" said 'Bert, and glanced anxiously at his sobbing parent. Nicky-Nan was the worst puzzled of them all. He had promised Sam Penhaligon to do his best when the family shifted quarters: and now Mrs Penhaligon would not hear of his lifting so much as a hand.
I mean," the constable corrected himself to a tolerant smile and gazed down on his mighty hands and arms "then I got to put you into the street." Nicky-Nan leaned on his stick and the stick shook with his communicated fury. "Try it try it try it!" he blazed out. "Try it, you Bodmin fathead!" He shuffled away, nodding his head with wrath.
Nicky-Nan pulled his wits together and stumbled forward, terror in his heart. Could he reach the 'taty-patch and snatch his treasure before these invaders descended upon it? The cliff-track crossed a sharp knoll and brought you upon it suddenly. Nicky-Nan's heart beat fast, and unconsciously he accelerated his hobble almost to a run.
but Nicky-Nan toiled on in his dim parlour, collecting wealth. By eight o'clock he had picked up and arranged still in neat piles of twenty some eight hundred coins of golden money. His belly was fasting: but he had forgotten the crust in the cupboard. Had he not here enough to defray a king's banquet? Some one tapped on the door.
Mr Pamphlett had nothing of the sort. In ordinary circumstances, knowing Nicky-Nan to be an honest man, he would have treated him easily. But he wanted to "develope" Polpier to his own advantage: and his scheme of development centred on the old house by the bridge. He desired to pull it down and transfer the Bank to that eligible site.
Nicky-Nan thrust his hands in his trouser-pockets and limped towards him. "If you please, sir " Mr Pamphlett faced about, displaying a broad white waistcoat and a ponderous gold watch-chain. "Ah! Nanjivell?" "If you please, sir " Nicky-Nan, now balanced on his sound leg, withdrew a hand from his pocket and touched his cap. "I've been waitin' your convenience." "Busy times," said Mr Pamphlett.
There's a street, of course, . . . and there's the prison, and the barracks, and an asylum where they keep the lunatics, and a workhouse and what-not. But if you put to me, in so many words, what it's like " "I I meant the prison," explained Nicky-Nan; that being the only feature of Bodmin in which he felt any instant concern.
It only tells what be in some other unfort'nate person's mind. It don't affect what's in my own," "Hullo!" hailed a voice behind them. "Comparin' love-letters, you young men?" The speaker was Nicky-Nan, come to survey the desolation of his 'taty-patch. Young Obed hastily crammed his envelope into his pocket. But Seth Minards turned about with a frank smile. "You may see mine, Mr Nanjivell.
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