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Richling said nothing; he had not seen any throngs of that sort. "Gone, sur! and it's a relief; it's a relief, Mr. Richlin'!" She marshalled the twins on her lap, Carlo commanding the right, Francisco the left. "You mustn't expect too much of them," said Richling, drawing Mike between his knees, "in such a time of alarm and confusion as this." And Kate responded generously:
Reisen, turning this way and that in her chair as the physician moved from place to place. "Mr. Richlin'," turning to him, "Mr. Richlin' and me kin run the business yust so good as Reisen." She shifted her distressed gaze back and forth from Richling to the Doctor. The latter turned to Richling: "I'll have to leave this matter to you." Richling nodded. "Where is Reisen?" asked the Doctor.
"Not come?" cried the wife. "Mrs. Richlin'," said the widow, hurriedly, "yer husband's alive and found." Mary seized her frantically by the shoulders, crying with high-pitched voice: "Where is he? where is he?" "Ya can't see um till marning, Mrs. Richlin'." "Where is he?" cried Mary, louder than before. "Me dear," said Mrs. Riley, "ye kin easy git him out in the marning." "Mrs.
An' I'll help to fight thim, sur, if the min can't do ud. Mr. Richlin', my husband is the intimit frind of Gin'r'l Garrybaldy, sur! I'll help to burrin the cittee, sur! rather nor give ud up to thim vandjals! Come in, Mr. Richlin'; come in." She led the way up the narrow shell-walk. "Come 'n, sur, it may be the last time ye' do ud before the flames is leppin' from the roof! Ah! I knowed ye'd come.
"You may be sure we'll always be glad of anything that will make you the happier." Mrs. Riley looked so grave that he checked his humor. "But in the nixt life, Mr. Richlin', how about that?" "There? I suppose we shall simply each love all in absolute perfection. We'll" "We'll never know the differ," interposed Mrs. Riley. "That's it," said Richling, smiling again.
She pointed to Narcisse and the policeman gathering up the scattered lot of tiny things. Her eyes filled with tears, but still shot lightning. "If he's hurrted me, he's got 'o suffer fur ud, Mr. Richlin'!" And she expanded again. "Carriage, sir, carriage?" continued the man with the whip. "Yes!" said Richling and Mrs. Ristofalo in a breath.
You mustn't put yourself in such a position that you can't go to your husband if he needs you, Mrs. Ristofalo; don't get separated from him." "Ah! Mr. Richlin', it's you as has the right to say so; and I'll do as you say. Mr. Richlin', my husband" her voice trembled "may be wounded this hour.
She shook her head, elevating it as she shook it. "It creates too much invy, Mr. Richlin'. Well, good-by." The carriage was stopping at the Washington Market. "Now, don't ye mintion it to a livin' soul, Mr. Richlin'!" Richling said "No." "No, sur; fur there be's manny a slip 'tuxt the cup an' the lip, ye know; an' there may be no war, after all, and we may all be disapp'inted.
She lifted her nose with amiable stateliness, as if to imply that Richling might not believe this, but that it was true, nevertheless. "You may change your mind, Mrs. Riley, some day," returned Richling, a little archly. "Ha! ha!" She tossed her head and laughed with good-natured scorn. "Nivver a fear o' that, Mr. Richlin'!" Her brogue was apt to broaden when pleasure pulled down her dignity.
Undt te minudt you shpeak, udt choost come to me like a flash o' lightenin' 'Udt iss Misses Richlin'!" The speaker's companion gave her such attention as one may give in a crowd to words that have been heard two or three times already within the hour. "Yes, Alice," she said, once or twice to the little one, who pulled softly at her skirt asking confidential questions.
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