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"'What's she sent you? I asked. "'It's from my old aunt, Sir, he said. 'It's a stocking. 'Only one? 'Yes, he said with great solemnity. 'The other one's been pinched? I asked. 'No, Sir. The parcel's not been opened. It simply means that I shall lose a leg to-day, he added. He wasn't panicked at all. But, as to reassuring him, I might as well have argued with a tank.
Other chat of various character then took place, in which, however, M'Carthy, who now watched them closely, could observe that they did not all join. "Whisht," said one of them, "is there anybody asleep in the house? I think I hear some one snorin!" "There is," said Finnerty, "a gentleman that was out shootin' to-day wid a servant-man of Mr. Parcel's the procthor named Mogue Moylan."
"Frank Finnerty, how are you? an' Vread, achora, not forgettin' you my hand to you both, but we're lost especially this gentleman, Mr. M'Carthy a great friend of Mr. O'Driscol's and Procthor Parcel's but a betther man than either o' them, I hope." "I am fairly knocked up, I admit," said M'Carthy "in fact, I am more jaded than I ever was in my life."
He'd set off to me at Hull two or three hours before that. He joined me at Hull soon after two that day. And what I'm wondering is does he know of that parcel's arrival here in his absence. Did he ever get it? If he did, why has he never mentioned it to me? Coming, as it did, from James!" "There's a much more important question than that, Mr. Allerdyke," said Chettle.
However, the parcel's pretty sure to be somewhere, so I'll set some inquiries a-foot w'en I goes up to town to-morrow. Good-night, Sam." "Good-night, John," answered the signalman, as he turned off in the direction of his own dwelling, while the engine-driver and his little daughter pursued the footpath that led to their cottage.
She has a fellow-feeling for peacocks; there is a sort of affinity between herself and them! Pack up every feather you can find, Spruce! The box must go to-night by parcel's post Address to Mrs. Fred Vancourt, at the Langham Hotel. She's staying there just now. Will you be sure to send them off to-night?"
Look at the trouble it causes. "It sounds incredible," said Uncle Willoughby, thereby bucking me up a trifle. "Shall I go and look in his room?" asked young blighted Edwin. "I'm sure the parcel's there." "But what could be his motive for perpetrating this extraordinary theft?" "Perhaps he's a what you said just now." "A kleptomaniac? Impossible!"
"I wasn't going to have him turning the cushions inside out here; we shouldn't have settled down again before we got in!" "No; and if the guard hasn't, as it is, injured that Indian shawl in my parcel, I shall be Why, bless my soul, that parcel's not under the seat after all! It's up in the rack. I remember putting it there now."
'We've been out a good while and there's no reason for waiting now the parcel's ready. 'Well I'll come again. You'll let me, won't you? said Bride, and not content with shaking hands, she held up her round rosy mouth for a kiss. 'Bless you, love, kind Mrs. Fairchild could not resist saying, as she stooped to her.
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