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"Ah, Slidder!" said I, in a kind but serious tone, "doubtless you can, but begging or borrowing are not likely to succeed, and stealing is wrong." "D'you think so?" returned the boy, with a look of innocent surprise. "Don't you think, now, that in a good cause a cove might: "`Take wot isn't his'n, An' risk his bein' sent to pris'n?"
Vell, I suppose you've no objection to my goin' to watch along wi' you." "None wotsomever; on'y remember, if it do turn out to be 'er, you won't betray me. Honour bright! She may be revengeful, you know, an' might 'ave me took up if she got 'old of me." Robin Slidder faithfully and earnestly pledged himself.
When I rose to go, Slidder said he would call Mrs Jones to mount guard, and give me a convoy home. No sooner were we in the street than he seized my hand, and, in a voice of unusual earnestness, said "I've got on 'er tracks!" "Whose tracks? What do you mean?" "On Edie's, to be sure Edie Willis."
Robin sped quickly away, executed his mission, and returned to the Black Bull in a state of considerable excitement and strong hope. Slidder was doomed to disappointment. He reached the Black Bull at two o'clock precisely. "Vell, my fair one," he said, addressing a waiting-maid who met him in the passage, "it's good for sore eyes to see the likes o' you in cloudy weather.
"Come in," I whispered to little Slidder, "sit down on this stool near the door, and keep quiet until I speak to you." So saying, I advanced to the window. The view was not interesting. It consisted of the side of a house; about three feet distant, down which ran a water-spout, or drain-pipe, which slightly relieved the dead look of the bricks.
"Slidder," said I sternly, and losing patience under the boy's presumption, "you must never again dare to speak of such a thing. You know very well that it is quite out of the question, and and you'll get into a careless way of referring to such a possibility among servants or "
'Eavenly condition let alone! sometimes even complimented with such pleasant greetings as `Go it, Ginger! or `Does your mother know you're out? Oh yes, granny! I made great sacrifices, I did, w'en I come 'ere to look arter you!" Mrs Willis smiled, sneezed, and began her gruel. Slidder, who looked at her with deep interest, was called away by a knock at the door.
Shivers a deal w'en it ain't cold, groans now an' then, an whimpers a good deal. It strikes me, now though I ain't a reg'lar sawbones that there's suthin' wrong with her in'ards." "I'll finish breakfast quickly and go over with you to see her," said I. "Don't need to 'urry, sir," returned Slidder; "she ain't wery bad not much wuss than or'nary on'y I've bin too anxious about her poor old thing.
Thus did that remarkable family spend the small hours of that morning, while their home was being burned to ashes. "Robin," said old Mrs Willis from her bed, in the wheeziest of voices. "Who's Robin, granny?" demanded young Slidder, in some surprise, looking over his shoulder as he stooped at the fire to stir a pan of gruel.
"But Mrs Willis may object to such a dirty ragged fellow coming about her," said I. "Ain't there no pumps in London, stoopid?" said Slidder, with a look of pity, "no soap?" "True," I replied, with a laugh, "but you'd require needles and thread and cloth, in addition, to make yourself respectable." "Nothink of the sort; I can beg or borrer or steal coats and pants, you know."
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