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Updated: June 6, 2025
His luck had turned at last: he was going to succeed; he felt it in the air, as if he were already fanned by Fortune's pinions. Still thinking of Sylvia, he let himself into the semi-detached, old-fashioned house on the north side of Vincent Square, where he had lodged for some years. It was nearly twelve o'clock, and his landlady, Mrs. Rapkin, and her husband had already gone to bed.
"I'm sure I'm very sorry, sir, but that you can't, because Rapkin, not wishful to have the place lumbered up with rubbish, disposed of it on'y last night to a gentleman as keeps a rag and bone emporium off the Bridge Road, and 'alf-a-crown was the most he'd give for it, sir." "Give me his name," said Horace. "Dilger, sir Emanuel Dilger.
"No more don't I, sir, not by daylight; but last night it was all domes and harches and marble fountings let into the floor, with parties moving about downstairs all silent and as black as your hat which Rapkin saw them as well as what I did." "From the state your husband was in last night," said Horace, "I should say he was capable of seeing anything and double of most things."
"Why, here, of course. There's plenty of room." "There isn't a table left in the house," said Mrs. Rapkin; "so, unless you'd wish the cloth laid on the floor " "Oh, there must be a table somewhere," said Horace, impatiently, "or you can borrow one. Don't make difficulties, Mrs. Rapkin. Rig up anything you like.... Now I must be off and dress."
Rapkin was a superior type of her much-abused class. She was scrupulously clean and neat in her person; her sandy hair was so smooth and tightly knotted that it gave her head the colour and shape of a Barcelona nut; she had sharp, beady eyes, nostrils that seemed to smell battle afar off, a wide, thin mouth that apparently closed with a snap, and a dry, whity-brown complexion suggestive of bran.
Better still, on returning to his rooms that evening to change before going to Kensington, he found that the admirable Fakrash had kept his promise every chest, sack, and bale had been cleared away. "Them camels come back for the things this afternoon, sir," said Mrs. Rapkin, "and it put me in a fluster at first, for I made sure you'd locked your door and took the key.
"It's on their way from the Docks at least, it isn't out of their way. Or probably the main road's up for repairs. That's it they'll turn off to the left at the corner. See, they've got Arab drivers with them. Wonderful how the fellows manage them." "It seems to me, sir," said Mrs. Rapkin, "that they're coming our way they seem to be stopping outside."
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