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The handle grew slippery when wet, and away it went out of her hand, falling with a crash on a big stone, and lying in fragments on the gravel beneath the water. Juliet was in consternation. "I say, what a scolding I shall get! Even mother used to scold a little sometimes when I smashed so much crockery. And Aunt Emma and that dreadful cross Uncle Rowles !"
But there was no sign of her in those shut-up rooms; no sign of her anywhere in the house, nor in the garden, nor on the eyot at all, nor on the towing-path as far as could be seen. "What can have become of her?" "Well, well," said Mr. Rowles, "never mind; we must eat our dinners without her. She would not miss her share of this cabbage if she knew how tasty and juicy it is." Mrs.
Rowles looked round to see where the children could be hiding. Not a child's garment was to be seen, nor a toy. "Where are the children?" she asked, half fearing to hear that they were all dead. "Albert has got a little place in the printing-office. He was took on when Tom was laid up with rheumatic fever. Juliet is gone to the kitchen to try if she can get a drop of soup or something.
There were two boats waiting to go down. The people in one of them were quite unknown to Rowles, but in the second was that middle-aged man who was so determined to learn to row. "How are you getting on, sir?" asked Rowles. "Easier work now, ain't it?" The man seemed unwilling to reply.
"If she had fallen into the lock " said Mrs. Rowles. "We should have heard her scream," said Mr. Rowles. "If she had been kidnapped by gipsies," said Emily; "but then " "There are no gipsies about," said Philip. Mrs. Rowles now began to think that Juliet must have set off to go home. "We have not been kind enough to her, poor child, and she can't bear it any longer."
His cloth clothes were all of spotless black, his necktie was black with a small white spot; he showed a good deal of fine shirt-front, and a pair of clean cuffs. Then his hair was carefully cut, and he had trimmed whiskers, but no beard or moustache. His hands were not those of a working-man, nor had they the look of those of a gentleman. Edward Rowles could not make him out.
"And I think I should have noticed such a person, for little girls don't often go out boating alone." "And an ignorant London child, too," groaned Mr. Rowles. "And many a time I told her never to think of boating by herself; but she is so obstinate and so stupid, there is no knowing what she has done.
Hold hard!" he shouted to the engineer of the launch. And the engineer of that steamer did try to hold hard, but the man behind him did not see what was the matter, or that anything was the matter, and therefore he kept his engines going, and pressed close behind on the foremost launch. Fortunately Rowles had in his hand a long pole with which to push small boats in and out of the lock.
While this was doing the four boats got through the lock, and Rowles came back to talk to his friends. "I suppose you can swim?" he said to Mitchell. "Yes; and so can my boy Albert. Swimming-baths in London, you know, where you get clean and learn to swim all in one." "A better bath here," returned Rowles, "and nothing to pay."
He staggered up the bank to the pathway on the top of it, and gasped for breath. "That that was a narrow shave!" said he. "Ay, for them that goes out fooling in a white shirt," said Mr. Rowles. "It is only my feet that are wet," remarked the stranger, beginning to recover his colour; "and I did not know there was any harm in a white shirt."
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