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The next moment a slatternly-looking girl appeared at the head of the stairs. "It's very easy for you to ask what is it," cried its owner, speaking in high dudgeon. "You promised to be in between five and six, and it is now between seven and eight. Here is all my chance of an evening's fun knocked on the head. It's just like you, Elma; that it is."
The shutters were still up at Mrs. Wattles's green-grocer's shop, and that lady herself loomed large at the entrance to the courtyard leading to the Tocsin, surrounded by her chief gossips and by a dozen or two of dirty matrons. Several windows were up in the houses opposite and slatternly-looking women were craning out and exchanging observations. I hurried on and, pushing my way past Mrs.
On approaching, she turned out to be a small, slatternly-looking craft, her hull and spars a dingy black, rigging all slack and bleached nearly white, and everything denoting an ill state of affairs aboard. The four boats hanging from her sides proclaimed her a whaler.
He saw a cheap room advertised near the one he had formerly occupied. Finding his way there he rang the bell. The door was opened by a slatternly-looking woman, who looked as if she had just got up. "I see by the Sun you have a room to let," said Frank. "Yes; do you want to see it now?" "I should like to." "Come upstairs and I will show you the room."
The elfish black-haired child was playing cards with a slatternly-looking girl at a deal table by the faint light of a tallow candle. They both sprang to their feet as the strangers entered, and the elfish child pushed a broken chair in a sullen manner towards Mr. Calton, while the other girl shuffled into a far corner of the room, and crouched down there like a dog.
Smoke was coming out of the chimney. Someone was evidently astir within, but the shades were down, and Bart stole around to the rear. The shed doors were open, and the wagon gone and the horse's stall vacant. Bart went to the back door of the house and knocked, and in a few minutes it was opened by a thin-faced, slatternly-looking woman.
Several tracts of land which seemed prepared for winter sowing were covered with stones. The farmhouse yard, into which they presently passed, was dirty and untidy. Segerson leaned down and knocked on the door with his whip. After a short delay, a slatternly-looking woman, with tousled fair hair, answered the summons. "Mr. Crockford in?" Segerson asked.
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