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But, I, Redburn, am a poor fellow, who have hardly ever known what it is to have five silver dollars in my pocket at one time; so, no doubt, this circumstance has something to do with my slight and harmless indignation at these things.
Perhaps it was for her mother's good to deceive her; but she had been taught to feel that she had no right to do evil that good might follow. "It was all gone, but I borrowed three dollars," she replied, after a little hesitation. "Of whom?" "Of Michael." "Who's he?" "Mrs. Gordon's man. "O Katy! How could you do so?" sighed Mrs. Redburn. "I couldn't help it, mother.
Redburn was better, and Katy soon followed him. On her arrival at Temple Street, Katy was promptly admitted by Michael, and shown in the sitting-room, where Mrs. Gordon and Grace were waiting for her.
"Yas, thar's more or less truth in them words o' yours, b'yee consider'bly more o' less than less o' more. He ken't go back now, nohow we kin fix et. He's a right peart sort o' a kid, an' I think ef we was ter guv him a job, or talk reeson'ble ter him, thet he'd consent to do the squar' thing by us." Redburn frowned.
Certain it was that she had a secret, but what it was Redburn could not guess. About ten o'clock he and Nix re-entered the cabin and went to bed in a room allotted to them, off from the little parlor. Both went to sleep at once, and it was well along toward morning when Redburn was aroused by being rudely shaken by "General" Nix, who was up and dressed, and held a torch in his hand.
Redburn was in a condition to be moved to her sister's house; and then she was once more in the midst of the luxury and splendor of her early life. One day, when she had improved so much as to be able to bear the fatigue of a long conversation, Mrs. Gordon, who had thus far declined to discuss any exciting topics with the invalid proposed to have everything explained.
For my pipe, it is an old relic of home, a thing of no great worth, a poor trifle, but sacred to me for her sake. Thus, since the death of our venerable friend, Jack Redburn and I have been the sole tenants of the old house; and, day by day, have lounged together in his favourite walks.
"Katy Redburn, if you please, sir," replied Katy with another courtesy. "I am glad you have come to me with this business, Katy. Mrs. Gordon speaks very handsomely of you." "She is very kind, sir." "You have lost your watch have you, Katy?"
While Miss Redburn sat at the window, the doorbell rang with great violence; and Michael yes, Michael he is still there, a veteran in the service of Mrs. Gordon, and fully believing that Katy is an angel Michael hastened to admit Grace. She is a little older than when we saw her last, but she is the same Grace.
"Come! come!" he said in a husky whisper, and a glance convinced Harry that he was still asleep, although his eyes were wide open and staring. Without a word the young man leaped from bed, donned his garments, and the old man then led the way out of the cabin. In passing through the kitchen, Redburn saw that Anita was up and waiting.
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