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Updated: May 19, 2025
The rain had ceased now, but it still dripped plentifully from the trees. "I'm going after her!" exclaimed Ruth. "All right, Ma'am," said Mr. Peterby Paul. "I guess she ain't no Whosis, after all." Ruth could run much faster than the strange person who had so startled both the woodsman and herself.
Peterby, stay, I'll write the name for you, he will look after you, and good-by!" "It is a truly pleasant thing to meet with heartfelt gratitude, sir," said Jasper Gaunt, as the door closed behind the woman. "And now I am entirely at your service, this way, sir."
"Undoubtedly; the light's excellent; but, my dear fellow, why ?" "I object to him strongly, for one thing, and " The voice was hushed suddenly, as Barnabas set wide the door and stepped into the room, with Peterby at his heels. Mr.
They mistake some other noise for the voice of God!" The woman was now so weak that the strong girl could easily lead her. Mr. Peterby Paul looked at the forlorn figure askance, however. "You can't blame me for thinkin' she was a Whosis," he said to Ruth. "Poor critter! It's lucky you came after her. She give me such a start I might o' run sort o' wild myself."
"Because," answered Barnabas, grim-lipped, "tonight I go to ride another race, a very long, hard race, and oh, John Peterby my faithful John, if you never prayed before pray now, that I may win!" "Sir," said Peterby, "I will!" Then Barnabas caught his hand, wrung it, and striding from the room, hurried away down the dark and narrow stair.
"Here is the note, and if you wish, John Peterby will drive you back to London with him." "V'y, thank'ee sir, 'e shall that, but you, now?" Mr. Shrig paused, and, somewhat diffidently drew from his side pocket a very business-like, brass-bound pistol, which he proffered to Barnabas, "jest in case they should 'appen to come back, sir," said he.
Aladdin had his wonderful Lamp, and lo! at the Genie's word, up sprang a palace, and the wilderness blossomed; Barnabas had his overflowing purse, and behold! Peterby went forth, and the dull room at the "George" became a mansion in the midst of Vanity Fair.
"As for yourself, Peterby, I shall require your services no longer. But you needn't lack for a position every dandy of 'em all will be wild to get you. And, because you are the very best valet in the world, you can demand your own terms." "Yes, sir."
Peterby took himself by the chin, and, though his mouth was solemn, the twinkle was back in his eye as he glanced at Barnabas. "The other, sir," he answered, "was one who, until yesterday, was reduced to the necessity of living upon poached rabbits." Here Barnabas stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "I remember you told me you were the best valet in the world," said he.
"Box seat, sir; next to the coachman!" says Peterby above the din, for voices are shouting, horses snorting and stamping, ostlers are hurrying here, running there, and swearing everywhere; waiters and serving-maids are dodging to and fro, and all is hurry and bustle, for the night mail is on the eve of departure for London. "Coachman!" cries the fussy gentleman, "hi, coachman!"
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