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"Have you told him?" burst in young 'Bert, and drew back at gaze, a foot within the threshold. "Yes, I've told him," answered 'Beida. "No, you needn' stare so," she went on hurriedly, catching him on the edge of confusion. "It'll be all right if you just answer up an' tell the truth. . . . When we was movin' this afternoon, you an' me took Mr Nanjivell's savin's away, the last thing didn' we?"
But when the second officer left him, and he was steeped once more in the fresh breeze and the sunshine, with his shoulders braced against the chart-house, he looked at a smoke trail on the horizon far away to the west. "Queenstown!" he chuckled. "Not this journey not if my name's Jimmie Coke, the man 'oo is stannin' on all that is left of 'is 'ard-earned savin's.
"In my little locker in the van, since you're so curious," said the stoker grudgingly. "I 'ad mine stitched up in the piller o' my bunk with my Post Office Savin's book," said the engineer in the deep, hollow voice of a funeral bell. "An' it's burned to hashes, an' so is yours!" "Then it's nineteen to one the company won't pay up," said the stoker after an appalled silence.
He spoke: "If they'd a-give me my last edition earlier, 'stead of sending of it down after that low-class feller's taken all my customers, that'd make a difference to me o' two shillin's at the utmost in the week, and all clear savin's."
Uncle Terry eyed him rather sharply. "I wouldn't 'a' took ye fer one o' them dern pickpockets," he said, "ye look too honest. I ain't much stuck on lawyers," he added, with a chuckle. "I've had 'sperence with 'em. One of 'em sold me a hole in the ground onct, an' it cost me the hull o' twenty years' savin's! You'll 'scuse me fer bein' blunt it's my natur."
Here's a suvrin, says I, 'out of my 'ard-earned savin's and get a pair o' boots, too: you can git a sweet pair for 2s. 11d. at Rackstraw's afore the sale closes, and with that I shoves the suvrin into 'er hand instead o' the scrubbin' brush, and what does she do?
Built with my savin's when I married, it was " "Mrs. Rougeant is dead, is she not?" questioned Frank, anxious to learn more about the family. "Dead! o' course she's dead," said Jacques, "she's been dead now for let me see twelve thirteen fourteen years! her daughter was about four years old then." "So Miss Rougeant is now eighteen."
"If I'd on'y put it all in the savin's bank," he said bitterly, stopping in front of the gin-palace, "I'd 'ave bin well off to-day." An old comrade turned the corner at that moment. "What! Ned Frog!" he cried, seizing his hand and shaking it with genuine goodwill. "Well, this is good luck. Come along, old boy!" It was pleasant to the desolate man to be thus recognised.
I s'pose the neighbors have been fillin' you full o' tales about my mis'able little savin's an' makin' 'em into a fortune. Well, you won't git any of 'em, I promise you that!" "You have plenty laid away; everybody knows, so what's the use of denying it? Anyway, I don't want a penny of your money, father, so good-bye.
"Well, well!" he said, gruffly, dropping his gaze. "Mebbe I owe it ye. My savin's of years was in that cash-box, Ruth. I I Well, I'll think it over and see if it can be arranged about this Briarwood business. I'll I'll see your Aunt Alvirah."
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