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"I 'eard you a-comin'," she observed, rubbing one hand down her leg, "so I opened the door like." "That was very charming of you, Gertrude," I said gravely. She tittered, and then began to retreat slowly backwards down the passage. "There's a letter for you in the sittin'-room. Come by the post after you'd gorn. Yer want some tea?" "I don't mind a cup," I said.
She could hear her saying, "Well, for my part, if those men couldn't smoke their old pipes somewhere else besides in my sittin'-room, I wouldn't have 'em in the house." But that reflection did not trouble Ellen very long, and she had never been disturbed herself by the odor of the pipes.
Tarbox still more deliberately, yet with a certain dignity that Brice had never noticed before, "what's between you and Flo, and what rights she has fer thinkin' ye 'ez selfish' and 'ez ongrateful' ez me ef she does, I dunno! but when ye talk o' me givin' up my kindred, and sling such hogwash ez 'ongrateful' and 'selfish' round this yer sittin'-room, mebbe it mout occur to ye that Harry Dimwood might hev HIS opinion o' what was 'ongrateful' and 'selfish' ef I'd played in between his niece and a young man o' the express company, his nat'ral enemy.
"Yas'm," said the rich and comfortable voice of Lily-Anna, the cook, from the dining-room door; "you sholy is pretty. Yas'm a lady wants to stay pretty when she's married. Yo' don' look much mo'n a bride, ma'am, an' dat's a fac'. Does you want yo' dinnehs brought into de sittin'-room regular till de gem'man gits well?"
About half an hour after you'd left for business I was shakin' a rug out of the front sittin'-room winder, when Emily come runnin' across the street. "'Oh, Mrs. Quinlan! she calls to me, an' I see she'd been cryin'. 'Mrs. Quinlan, we're goin' away! "'For good? I asked. "'Forever! she says. 'Will you give a message to Mr. Morrow for me, please? Tell him I'm sorry I was mistaken.
An' it is, or ought to be, in Mr. Robert's sittin'-room at this very minute. There! Now you've got it. Do as you like. Get Tomlinson to talk, or anybody else, but keep me out of it d'ye hear?" "I hear," said Farrow, thrilling with the consciousness that when some dandy detective arrived from the "Yard," he would receive an eye-opener from a certain humble member of the Hertfordshire constabulary.
"Why, as I come in I was a lettle early, knowin' you was here I heard as I s'posed Cap'n Abe in the sittin'-room. I saw this letter, sealed and directed to me, on the dresser there. 'Humph! says I, 'Who's writin' billy-doos to me, I'd admire to know? And I up and opened it and see it's in Cap'n Abe's hand. Just then I heard him behind me " "Heard who? Not Cap'n Abe?" "No, no!
"Not a word, Letty," said he. "Now don't you speak a word. I'm goin' to auction 'em off myself." She stared at him, her lips apart, in protest. "Why, Oliver," she said, "you ain't an auctioneer." "Well, I shall be after this bout. Now you come straight into the sittin'-room an' set down in the corner underneath the ostrich egg, where I can see you good an' plain.
"The one Winnie S. was makin' such a fuss about last night. How in the nation did it get up here?" Thankful laughed. "I brought it up," she said. "I come on a little explorin' cruise when Emily dropped asleep on that sittin'-room lounge, but I hadn't much more'n got in here when the pesky thing went out. You ought to have seen me hurryin' along that hall to get down before you woke up, Emily.
And it might set people talkin'. But if you won't move your sittin'-room to the other side of your own house, why don't you move it over to my house? You wouldn't see so much of the red paint then." Hepsey snorted and spluttered in baffled rage. "Now, now, Hepsey," soothed Jonathan, "if that don't suit you, I'll tell you what I'll do: I'll paint it over myself on one condition!"
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