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The effect of this masterstroke was that the lady gave her a copper and let her go, wishing her a speedy recovery. The gift, although she took it, did not appear to placate Tilda. She hobbled up the next street with quickened pace, now and then muttering angrily. "Serves me right!" she broke out at length.
"So they've all cleared out? the shows, I mean." "Every one exceptin' the Theayter." "Mortimer's?" Tilda limped to the open door. "But I don't see him, neither." "Mortimer's is up the spout. First of all, there was trouble with the lodgings; and on top of that, last Monday, Mr. Hucks put the bailiffs in.
"Why should anybody wonder, I'd like for you to tell me?" she demanded. "Joe he's good enough for her, and too good for anybody else in this county! Who else was there for Joe, who else was there for Alice?" Sol did not attempt to answer. It was beyond him, the way some people figgered, he thought in the back of his mind. There was his own girl, Tilda Bell.
But the devil is, these playactors have mixed themselves up in it, and the Doctor is warm on Mortimer's scent." "I thought o' that d'reckly he told me. But O, Mr. 'Ucks, I thought on such a neav'nly plan!" Tilda clasped hands over an uplifted knee and gazed on him. Her eyes shone.
At the bridge they turned, as Tilda had turned, to the left, and came, as Tilda had come, to the Orphanage gate with its box labelled, "For Voluntary Donations." Mr. Hucks rang the bell; and after a minute or so Mrs. Huggins, slatternly as ever, opened the front door and came shuffling down the pathway. "Eh?" said she, halting within the gate, a pilaster of which hid Miss Sally from her. "Mr.
They seemed to her strong enough to hoist sail and put out to sea on their own account, instead of crawling thus in the wake of a tug. There was an old road-mender busy by the bridge end, shovelling together the road scrapings in small heaps. He looked up and nodded. His face was kindly, albeit a trifle foolish, and he seemed disposed to talk. "Good day!" said Tilda.
The Yorkshireman assented apparently quite overwhelmed by the new usher's impudence and Miss Squeers darted a spiteful look at her friend, and giggled convulsively. The deal fell to Nicholas, and the hand prospered. 'We intend to win everything, said he. ''Tilda HAS won something she didn't expect, I think, haven't you, dear? said Miss Squeers, maliciously.
"Well now, if you've finished your supper, we'll say our prayers and get to sleep." "Prayers?" queried Tilda. As a rule, when anything happened outside her experience she sat quiet and let it happen, reserving criticism. But, chancing to look up, she had seen the boy wince at the word. Mrs. Lobb, less observant, had taken down a Bible from the shelf above her. She opened it and read
Was it after her? Was this the hue-and-cry? They were certainly yelling and behaving too, in the strangest fashion. They seemed by one impulse to be running from the car and crowding back towards the gate. They were fighting positively fighting their way into the field. The police could not stop them, but were driven in with a rush; and in the centre of this rush Tilda caught sight of Gavel again.
"You can post this letter on yer way," she commanded. "I'll pay fer the breakfast." But confidence forsook her as through the small window they watched him making his way still a trifle unsteadily towards the docks. For a little distance 'Dolph followed him, but halted, stood for a minute wagging his tail, and so came trotting back. "'E'll manage it," said Tilda at length.
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