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It would be so nice, too, for she's devoted to me, and we should have the use of one of their motors whenever we felt like it." Bill shook his head decidedly. "We never should feel like it," he said; "even if Phyllis did marry Mr. Tapster, which I greatly doubt she'd even think of doing." "I'm going to tell him to-day," she went on, "that he's got to marry her.
A visit to this sepulchral cavern gives an appetite for lunch at the good inn which is hard by, and at whose threshold sits or did sit a very fat, broad-faced landlord, seemingly fashioned upon the model of an ideal tapster of old time.
Flossy still looked pretty, but she was thin and pale, and there were dark rings round her eyes; also, her dress was worn, her hat curiously shabby. As Mr. Tapster stared up at her, noting these things, one of her hands began playing nervously with the fringe of the dining-table cover, and the other sought the back of what had once been one of her dining-room chairs.
The tapster told him that she was not there, although he saw her when coming in, and ordered him to depart. He would not go. Then the tapster and another workman beat him until he bled, and the following day the tapster's house took fire. He and his mother were charged with incendiarism, although at the time the fire broke out he was visiting a friend. "And you really did not set the fire?"
Tapster. Looking back at the whole horrible affair for so, in his own mind, Mr. Tapster justly designated the divorce case in which he had figured as the successful petitioner he wondered uneasily if he had done quite wisely wisely, that is, for his own repute and comfort. He knew very well that had it not been for William, or rather, for Maud, he would never have found out the dreadful truth.
Tapster turned around sharply, feeling justly incensed. Of course, he knew what it was some good-for-nothing urchin finding a vent for his excited feelings.
As everyone had shaken hands and wished each other a Happy New Year, many and sincere had been the good wishes felt and expressed. Even James Tapster had looked genial and happy for once. But as yet Dr. Panton knew nothing of this little under-current in the broad stream which seemed to be flowing so pleasantly before him.
And then, Flossy looked so different. Mr. Tapster felt as if a stranger were standing there before him. Her appearance of poverty shocked him. Had she looked well and prosperous, he would have felt injured, and yet her pinched face and shabby clothes certainly repelled him.
"I be no scullion," retorted Walter Skinner, indignantly. "Till now I was the king's man with good hope to be a duke or the mayor of London." "I go to tell master of thee," returned the tapster. "And he will set thee to scour knives in a trice." The tapster was as good as his word, and Walter Skinner, much against his will, was soon at work.
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