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Clancy was just going over the side and into the water, so it was impossible to make a prisoner of him. He took the valuable satchel along. "Get back into that boat, two of you," bellowed Hogan, "and snake that red-headed streak of lightning out of the water and back aboard the Sylvia! Look alive, now!
Apparently McCorquodale had not been informed as to the real contents of that tan satchel he had been assigned to guard. Wade and Cranston were following that line of investigation under cover for the time being.
He swung the satchel over his shoulder, carefully selected a stout stick for his wayfaring, and with no haste, but with no hesitation at all, he stepped across the threshold just as the Mole appeared at the door. 'Why, where are you off to, Ratty? asked the Mole in great surprise, grasping him by the arm.
The old gentleman was burdened with some purchases of provisions which he had made, and in an old satchel which he carried the necks of several bottles of wine were protruding. Assisting him to alight, Bucholz took the satchel, and they waited until the train started from the depot and left the trackway clear.
Ferret, mounted upon a stool, with a kind of satchel hanging round his neck, and a phial displayed in his right hand, while he held forth to the audience in a very vehement strain of elocution. Crabshaw thought himself happily delivered when he reached the suburbs, and proceeded without halting; but his master mingled with the crowd, and heard the orator express himself to this effect:
"But I am 'cumbered," replied the girl with a laugh. "How, my dear madam?" asked the courteous Jacques. "By my satchel." "Ah! let me carry it for you." "No, no." "Why not?" "I won't trouble you." "No trouble in the world I shall leave you in a street or two. Come!"
The boy who carries your satchel to your room and lights your gas fumbles around and hangs around significantly, and you fee him to get rid of him. Now you may ring for ice-water; and ten minutes later for a lemonade; and ten minutes afterward, for a cigar; and by and by for a newspaper and what is the result?
M'Guinness's. Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table. Bad cess to her big face! she cried. Katey went to the range and peered with squinting eyes. What's in the pot? she asked. Shirts, Maggy said. Boody cried angrily: Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat? Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt, asked: And what's in this? A heavy fume gushed in answer.
Hers was mother-heart clear through; her satchel had been disturbed to the depths in her search for remedies long faithful in alleviating ministration; her camphor bottle lay on the floor, impulsively struck from her kind hand by the convulsed woman. The sweet-faced college girl who sat opposite had just finished a year in physiology and this was her first opportunity to use her new knowledge.
When the breakfast service was removed, she went back into her bedroom, locked the door, and covered the keyholes as before, and took the satchel from between the mattresses, and opened it to gloat over her treasures; for she quite considered them as her own. Again she was "tempted of the devil."
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