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Two policemen came up; but, in that moment, the swell accomplice had pulled all his pals out of the cellar, and all I saw of the lot, when I came back, was the swell's swallow-tail coat flying like the wind toward a back slum, where I and my bobbies should have been knocked on the head, if we had tried to follow him; but indeed he was too fleet to give us the chance."
The fire bell rang and the whole town woke up and I got lost running through a garden back of one of those swell's houses on the shore. That's how I got this slash in the face, and I'm in a pretty pickle now. There'll be a whole army looking for me; and if your friend Hoky's been killed they'll be keen to pinch me as another member of the gang."
She had his coat and bediamonded linen in her hands, and she clutched the "Boiler-plate" firmly, leading him to the door. "Say, Maisie, wait a minute," he protested. "I've got the swell's college shirt on, and I didn't mean to land on him blind." I opened the door, for she signaled with her eyes. "Come on, Jim, there's a dear," she said. Between us we cajoled him into the coupe.
Enter MATTIE and BILL. Tho. Thae'rt a domned villain! Wheer's mo Mattie? WATERFIELD knocks THOMAS down. Bill. O Lord! the swell's murdered old daddy! All but GER. rush together. COLONEL GERVAISE seizes WATERFIELD. MATTIE throws herself on her knees beside THOMAS and lifts his head. Mat. Father! father! Look at me! It's Mattie! your own wicked Mattie! Look at her once, lather dear! Bill.
As I shut the door, she leaned to me and whispered: "Tell her for me she's a cat a cruel cat." I handed the driver a bill. "You've a very bad memory, cabby, haven't you?" I asked. "Extremely bad, sir," said he, touching his hat. "But, Maisie, I've got the swell's college shirt on," I heard "Boiler-plate" insist. Then the wheels moved.
Aunt M'riar had an impression that the omission of "you" after "give" just saved her telling a lie here. Her words might have meant: "I am not at liberty to give her address to anyone." It was less like saying she did not know it. His next words startled her. "I know her address. Got it written down here. Some swell's house in Rocestershire." He made a pretence of searching among papers.
And then, after telling how he went to buy a number of the Chartist newspaper, and found it in a shop which sold "flash songsters," "the Swell's Guide," and "dirty milksop French novels," and that these publications, and a work called "The Devil's Pulpit," were puffed in its columns, he goes on, "These are strange times.
The next order froze my very marrow; it was 'lower away'. Someone was at the davits of my boat fingering the tackles; the forward fall-rope actually slipped in the block and tilted the boat a fraction. We don't want the boat. The swell's nothing; we can jump! Can't we, Böhme? The speaker ended with a jovial laugh.
When he had lighted it he tipped the porter, and strolled back to the entrance, on the chance of finding the carriage still there, but it had gone, and he called a hansom, paused a moment with his foot on the step, then finally directed the man to drive to the Fraylings'. "Swell's bin sold some'ow," commented the porter. "And if I was a swell I wouldn't take on neither."
The line thus formed extended from northwest to southeast, and, as the right wing was in advance with respect to Lee, that circumstance occasioned the first collision. This occurred about mid-day on the 5th of May, and was brought on by General Warren, who attacked the head of Swell's column, on the Old Turnpike.
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