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Altogether she was just the little unlovely slavey of fiction and the drama and everyday life in boarding-house-land. Yet the fishmonger's errand-boy Orson Baines, by your leave, and captain of his soul loved her as not even Antony loved Cleopatra. Janie met him every other Sunday as near three o'clock as she could get away.
Then she burnt some scented powder and pulled down the window shades. This constituted getting the establishment in order, the slavey having gone tootling off on a party some days before. Trudy did not refer to the breakfast-table discussion before she left the apartment.
But then, I argued to myself, he was earning quite as much as was good for any one man by his serious verse. And at that very minute our slavey, little Ethelbertina, knocked at my bedroom door and gave me a postcard. It was addressed to me in thick, straggly writing, and was so covered with thumb-marks that a Bertillon expert would have gone straight off his nut at the sight of it.
With her heat-blistered face, near-sighted eyes peering through beclouded spectacles, and her gown buttoned up hurriedly and with a gap here and there where a button was missing, she was the typically frowsy, hurried, nagged-to-death boarding house mistress. And as for "Sister," Mrs. Atterson's little slavey and maid-of-all-work
"Heah's yo' mail, Miss Laura," said the slavey, with a significant leer. "Thank you," said the young actress, taking the proffered missive. She merely glanced at the familiar, beloved superscription, making no attempt to open the envelope in the presence of the maid. But Annie, the slovenly type of negress one encounters in cheap theatrical boarding-houses, showed no disposition to withdraw.
“I must catch him! Do you suppose I let him loose?” “You must catch him, all the same.” “I shan’t bother my head about him,” answered Twiddel, with the recklessness of despair. “You won’t? You want to have the story known, I suppose?” “I don’t care if it is.” Welsh looked at him for a minute: then he jumped up and exclaimed, “You need a drink, old man. Let’s hurry up that slavey.”
I've just about ten times the muscle and go of you two put together; it's only right I should do the slavey." Kite rose, and reached his hat. Whereupon, with soft pressure of her not very delicate hands, Miss Bonnicastle forced him back into his chair. "Sit still. Do as I tell you. What's the good of you if you can't help us to drink tea?"
"Yes, but not for quite a bit yet, I fancy. All the same, you are right, Moggy; and we'll set up our own shebang as soon as it can be managed. You'll feel twice as much at home when you have a house of your own. I'll get the mattresses and tables and chairs out by Saturday, and fetch the slavey out with me if I can find one." "No Chinese need apply," said Imogen.
"Come, Mister independent grocer! go faster if you can," cries Sir Wincent, "though I think you have bought your horse where you buy your tea, for he's werry sloe." A little bit farther on a chap was shoving away at a truck full of market-baskets. "Now, Slavey," said he, "keep out of my way!"
Their neighbours don't know much about them. They say they're haughty and stuck up. The only one I could get anything out of was a parson named Deetle. He said it was a sad case, that they had reverses and a daughter who was in Paris " "Yes, yes," said Ryder impatiently, "we know all that. But where's the daughter now?" "Search me, sir. I even tried to pump the Irish slavey. Gee, what a vixen!
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