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"We are going to be married at once." The words exploded dizzily in his ears. He assumed they would have a far more powerful effect upon her. But her expression did not change. "No," she said hastily. "I must go with Mr. Tetlow." Tetlow was now at hand, his heavy face almost formidable in its dark ferocity. She said to him: "I was waiting for you. Come on"
"Didna yo tell me at Myerscough to come here, squire, an ey, Bess Baldwyn, should play Doll Wango to your Jem Tospot?" "Play the devil! for that's what you all seem bent upon doing," exclaimed the squire, impatiently. "Away with you! I can have nothing to say to you!" "You gave me the same promise at the Castle at Preston last night," said Dame Tetlow.
Bert knew what kind of a box it was, and what was in it, and he knew now, what had stained Danny's fingers so yellow, and what made his clothes have such a queer smell. For the box had in it cigarettes. Danny saw where it had fallen, and picked it up quickly. Then he came running at Bert again, but a boy called: "Look out! Here comes Mr. Tetlow, the principal!"
"Tetlow," said he, "I'm down probably down for good. But if I ever get up again, I'll not make one mistake the one that cost me this fall. Do you know what that mistake was?" "I suppose you mean Miss Hallowell?" "No," said Norman, to his surprise. "I mean my lack of money, of capital, of a large and secure income. I used to imagine that brains were the best, the only sure asset.
This ceremony being performed amidst much tittering and flustering, accompanied by many knowing looks and some expressed wishes among the swains, who hoped that their turn might come next, Dame Tetlow arose, and the squire seizing her hand, they began to whisk round in a sort of jig, singing merrily as they danced "Prinkum prankum is a fine dance, And we shall go dance it once again!
The sound of an unconstrained voice, the sight of a believing face that did not express one or more of the shadings of contempt between pity and aversion the sight and sound of this friend Tetlow was acting upon him like one of those secret, unexpected, powerful tonics which nature at times suddenly injects into a dying man to confound the doctors and cheat death.
On the Monday morning following, Tetlow came in to see Norman as soon as he arrived. "I want a two weeks' leave," he said. "I'm going to Bermuda or down there somewhere." "Why, what's the matter?" cried Norman. "You do look ill, old man." "I saw her last night," replied the chief clerk, dropping an effort at concealing his dejection. "She she turned me down." "Really? You?"
Bobbsey heard what Freddie said she telephoned to her husband. Mr. Bobbsey went to see Mr. Tetlow, and from him learned that there were a number of families who would not have a very happy Thanksgiving. Then the lumber merchant gave certain orders to his grocer and butcher, and if a number of poor people were not well supplied with food that gladsome season, it was not the fault of Mr. Bobbsey.
Do you need money right away? Of course you do." And down he sat and drew a check for fifteen hundred dollars. Norman laughed as he glanced to see if it was correctly drawn. "I'd not have dared return to my bride with empty pockets. That's what it means to live in New York." Tetlow grinned. "A sentimental town, isn't it? Especially the women." "Oh, I don't blame them," said Norman.
Tetlow called all the children together, before letting them go off to play, and told them at what time the start for home would be made, so that they would not be late in coming back to the meeting place. "And now," he said, "have the best fun you can. Play anything you wish school games if you like but don't get too warm or excited. And don't go too far away.
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