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LOSELY. "I may have the power to transfer the young lady to your care young lady is a more respectful phrase than girl and possibly to dispense with Mr. Waife's consent to such arrangement. But excuse me if I say that I must know a little more of yourself, before I could promise to exert such a power on your behalf." RUGGE. "Sir, I shall be proud to improve our acquaintance.
I brought him here, where, I learned in the village, there were two rooms to let, locked him up, and my story is told." "But why keep it such a secret?" "Because I don't want Rugge to trace us. He might do one a mischief; because I have a grand project of genteel position and high prices for the exhibition of that dog. And why should it be known where we come from, or what we were?
"No use; but who can help it?" said Arabella Crane, sighing heavily; then, as if eager to change the subject, she added abruptly, "Mr. Rugge has been here twice this morning, highly excited the child will not act. He says you are bound to make her do so!" "Nonsense. That is his look-out. I see after children, indeed!" "Listen to me, Jasper Losely.
Losely terminated in an appointment to meet, the next day, at the village in which this story opened. Meanwhile Mr. Rugge would return to his "orphans," and arrange performances in which for some days they might dispense with a father's part. Losely, on his side, undertook to devote the intervening hours to consultation with a solicitor to whom Mr.
Grave question, which Jasper Losely, who exercised so little foresight in the paramount question, namely, what some day or other would become of himself? was not likely to rack his brains by conjecturing! Meanwhile Mrs. Crane was vigilant. The detective police-officer sent to her by Mr. Rugge could not give her the information which Rugge desired, and which she did not longer need.
"Rugge, who is he?" said the Mayor, curiously, catching at any clew. "Hush, my darling! hush!" said Waife, fondling her on his breast. "Hush! What is to be done, sir?" Hartopp made a sly sign to him to say no more before Sophy, and then replied, addressing himself to her, "What is to be done? Nothing shall be done, my dear child, that you dislike. I don't wish to part you two.
The most submissive where they love may be the most stubborn where they do not love. Sophy is stubborn to Mr. Rugge. That injured man summons to his side Mrs. Crane, imitating the policy of those potentates who would retrieve the failures of force by the successes of diplomacy. Mr. Rugge has obtained his object. But now comes the question, "What will he do with it?"
I am only in town for a day; left my company thirty miles off, orphans, as I said before." "Mr. Rugge," said Losely, "I have no desire to stay in London, or indeed in England; and the sooner we can settle this matter the better. Grant that we find the young lady, you provide for her board and lodging; teach her your honourable profession; behave, of course, kindly to her." "Like a father."
"Right, sir," said Rugge half-dolorously, half-exultingly. "It was a Grand Concern, and might have done for the Bank of England! It swallowed up my capital with as much ease, sir, as I could swallow an oyster if there were one upon that plate!
After you, sir." As they descended the stairs, the old woman-servant stood at the street door. Rugge went out first; the woman detained Losely. "Do you find her altered?" "Whom? Mrs. Crane? why, years will tell. But you seem to have known me; I don't remember you." "Not Bridget Greggs?" "Is it possible? I left you a middle-aged, rosy-faced woman. True, I recognize you now. There's a crown for you.
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