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The stones were wet, and rain fell upon him. As he looked up at the lighted windows in the back of the house, he thought of Pennyloaf, who by this time most likely knew his danger. Would she be glad of it, feeling herself revenged? His experience of her did not encourage him to believe that. To all his ill-treatment she had never answered with anything but tears and submission.
It just come to my lips in the way o' tallin'. Of course I don't know nothin' about the young woman myself; it's only what you comes to 'ear in the way o' talkin', you know. This apology was doubtless produced by the listener's troubled countenance. Jane asked no further question, but said she would come to see Pennyloaf on the morrow, and so took her leave.
Yet you could have seen that he was the brother of Pennyloaf; there was Pennyloaf's submissive beast-of-burden look in his eyes, and his voice had something that reminded one of hers. 'The coppers after you? he whispered, stooping down to Bob with the teacup he had filled with water. Bob nodded, then drained the cup eagerly. 'I get knocked down by a cab or something, he added.
She met me last night and gave me this black eye as you see she did! It's 'ard on a feller. 'You mean to say as she 'it you? cried Pennyloaf. Bob chuckled, thrust his hands into his pockets, spread himself out. His own superiority was so gloriously manifest. 'Suppose you try it on with me, Penny! he cried.
Except on Sunday evening this room was very little used, and there, on the occasion of which I speak, Clem was sitting with Bob Hewett. They had been having supper together French pastry and a cup of cocoa. She leaned forward on her elbows, and said imperatively, 'Tell Pennyloaf to make it up with her again. 'Why? 'Because I want to know what goes on in Hanover Street.
Lastly, he counted out one shilling and fivepenee halfpenny. The coins were sandy, greasy, and of scratched surface. Pennyloaf sped homewards. She lived in Shooter's Gardens, a picturesque locality which demolition and rebuilding have of late transformed. It was a winding alley, with paving raised a foot above the level of the street whence was its main approach.
One of the children lay asleep; the other Pennyloaf was nursing, for it had a bad cough and looked much like a wax doll that has gone through a great deal of ill-usage. A few more weeks and Pennyloaf would be again a mother; she felt very miserable as often as she thought of it, and Bob had several times spoken with harsh impatience on the subject.
Jane Snowdon's removal had caused her no little irritation; the hours of evening were heavy on her hands, and this new emotion was not unwelcome as a temporary resource. As he came home from work one Monday towards the end of April, Bob encountered Pennyloaf; she had a bundle in her hands and was walking hurriedly. 'Hallo! that you? ho exclaimed, catching her by the arm. 'Where are you going?
On the table there also lay a half crown and a florin, as though Bob had been examining these products of the Royal Mint with a view to improving the artistic quality of his amateur workmanship. He took up the coins quietly as his wife entered and put them in his pocket. 'Mrs. Rendal's been at me again, Bob, Pennyloaf said, as she set down her market-basket.
Before they came to the door Jane drew his attention to a bat that was sweeping duskily above their heads; she began to speak with her wonted cheerfulness. 'How I should like Pennyloaf to be here! I wonder what she'd think of it? At the door they bade each other good night. Sidney took yet a few turns in the garden before entering.
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