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Chile b'long to 'ts mother. Unnerstan?" "Where is she?" said Mrs. Starbottle, with a very white face and a very low voice. "I'll splain all. Chile b'long to 'ts mother. Thash law. I'm lawyer, leshlator, and American sis'n. Ish my duty as lawyer, as leshlator, and 'merikan sis'n to reshtore chile to suff'rin mother at any coss any coss." "Where is she?" repeated Mrs.
"Is that your knife, Harry King?" demanded Thong. "Sure thash mine! Bought it in li'l ole N' York lash week. Didn't have no name on it brought it here for my ole fren', Darcy, t' engrave. Put wifely's name on her namesh Pearl P-e-a-r-l!" and he spelled it out laboriously and thickly. "My wife she likes them things. Me I got no use for 'em.
Ernie closed his eyes slow, like he was goin' over the scene again, and then remarks: "Thash when I begun to be surprished. Louishe has most affec-shanate nashur." "So it would seem," says I. "But where did the party take place?" That little detail appears to have escaped Ernie. He remembered that there were pink candles on the table, and music playing, and a lot of nice people around.
Got her name all 'graved on it nice an' pretty? Thash what'll square wifely when I been out hic al'night. Wheresh my paper cutter, Darcy, ol' man?" Silently the jewelry worker pointed to the stained dagger it was really that, though designed for a paper cutter. The detective held it out, and the red spots on it seemed to show brighter in the gleam of the electric lights.
The fallen lad glanced at his breast. There it was, forgotten, desecrated! He tore it fiercely from his button-hole, amid the laughter of the bystanders most of whom were women of the lowest grade and dashed it on the floor. "Thash right. You're a berrer feller than I took you for," said the sot at his elbow.
Starbottle with her eyes still fixed on the colonel's face. "Gone to 'ts m'o'r. Gone East on shteamer, yesserday. Waffed by fav'rin gales to suff'rin p'rent. Thash so!" Mrs. Starbottle did not move. The colonel felt his chest slowly collapsing, but steadied himself against a chair, and endeavored to beam with chivalrous gallantry not unmixed with magisterial firmness upon her as she sat.
As they went down Haverstock Hill towards Chalk Farm, an old man lurched against them. "All the young chaps," he mumbled thickly. "Thash wot sticks in my gizzard! All the young chaps! Gawblimey, why don't they tyke the ole ones!..." "Steady on," Gilbert exclaimed, catching his arm and holding him up. "You'll fall, if you're not careful!" "Don't marrer a damn wherrer I do or not!"
"At the street-door I met Bunker drunk as a lord. "'Is she up there yet? I asked, anxiously. "'Who? he answered, in a tone that told me he had forgotten. "'Did you give her your key? Give me that key the key of your studio. Hurry up! "A dim light of intelligence flashed over his cheerful face, and he grinned. "'Oh, yesh yesh; thash so! He pulled out a bunch of keys.
Louishe and I. Lovely girl, Louishe. Affecshonate nashur. And thash as far as I got. Different nashur, daddy." "I gather that he didn't insist on your staying?" says I. No, he hadn't. As near as I could make out dear old daddy took a firm grip on Ernie in two places, and while the fine old butler held the front door open he got more impetuous than ever.
Griffith went over to the swaying figure, and stared close into the pallid face and glittering, bloodshot eyes. "You damned fool!" he jerked out. "Whash whash 'at? Whash you shay, Grishsh?" "You damned idiot!" "Thash all ri'. Goo' frensh, Grishsh, youm me. Lesh hash a dro-drop." "Come on in," said the engineer. "I'll give you several drops." He shot a glance at the Englishman.
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