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The girl realized fully now that she was alone in life, alone spiritually as well as physically, and though she did not drop tears as she came back to the empty Church Street house from the cemetery, for that was not the thing to do now: it was to get back as soon as possible and set the house to rights as her aunt would have done so that the roomers should not be put out any further, her heart was heavy, nevertheless, and she may even have wondered sadly what was to become of her.
That was a love of a place on the English Channel, where we had two rooms with the Mebers in their funny little brick house, the "Netto." Simple folk they were: Mr. Meber a retired sailor, the wife rather worn with constant roomers, one daughter a dressmaker, the other working in the "knittin" shop.
Course, she'd only borrowed it for Pa Sykes to wear on a Sunday afternoon call, him bein' a little runt of a gent, with watery eyes and a red nose, that never does anything on his own hook. And if he hadn't denied it so brassy I shouldn't have called him down so hard, right in the front hall with half the roomers listenin'. "Dreamed it, eh, did I?" says I. "Well, listen here, Sykesy!
She said she never allowed her "roomers" to get behindhand it was her invariable rule. O God, I was so sick I could scarcely see I did not care what she did. I told her that I had no money; that I was waiting to get some work; that I would pay her the first moment I could. "Why don't you keep work when you get it?" she demanded. "You have been idle nearly all the whole time you've been here."
Hoover, forty-five, flush and foolish, might carry off Helen herself; Hoover, forty-five, flush, foolish and fat is meat for perdition. There was never a chance for you, Hoover. As Mrs. Parker's roomers sat thus one summer's evening, Miss Leeson looked up into the firmament and cried with her little gay laugh: "Why, there's Billy Jackson! I can see him from down here, too."
I'll buy some pastries on the way and we will make a party of it. Does she still keep boarders?" "Roomers." "Poor, dear Mrs. Schum, fancy her living here!" They rode out on a surface car, changing twice and jammed face to face on a rear platform, a brilliant pink out in her face. "Harry, I just cannot realize it. You a full-fledged man!" "I'm twenty-four." "What is that yellow on your fingers?
An' the funny part was, none o' the other roomers knew anything about 'im. No such man had visited any o' them that evening. So what the dickens was he doin' there?" "It's curious. I haven't known Mr. Turl very long, but there have been some strange things in my observation of him, too. And it's always seemed to me that I'd heard his name before.
The thought of owning a house in the city had however paralysed her brain. The house itself was worth a certain number of thousands of dollars and her mind could not rise above that fact, so her good broad face had become grimy with city dirt and her body weary from the endless toil of caring for roomers.
He'd ring the bell and keep on ringing it until she answered or the batteries gave out. But which bell? The building was four-storied, with flats front and rear, and which of the cramped apartments did she occupy? And there were dozens of roomers' cards over the dusty speaking tubes. To find her was impossible. He had been tricked, and tricked nicely, and he might as well go back.
In the morning he left the house before she did, at the end of the day stayed longer at the office; not by intention but because his work called for longer hours. In the evening she stayed with her faded old aunt in their part of the house. The other roomers were as quiet and exclusive as the prospectus had promised.
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