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The furniture, modern stuff, was sold, every stick of it, and Miss Toller rejoiced when the spring sofa and chairs which had been devoted to Poulters and Goachers and Taggarts were piled up in the vans. The nightmares of fifteen years hid themselves in the mats and carpets. Helen and she standing at the dresser ate their last meal in the dingy kitchen of Russell House.
Toller. Can you find me a messenger to take a note to Trimley Deen?" "We have no messengers in this lonesome place, sir." "Very well. Then I must take my own message. You will see me again, as soon as I can get back." Mr. Toller's ready curiosity was roused in a moment. "Perhaps, you wish to have a look at the repairs?" he suggested in his most insinuating manner.
Helen will have the gratuity usual at this season she is a well-regulated person and will see the impropriety of intrusion into a sphere for which she is unfit. Miss Toller withdrew. She dared not venture to explain or apologise to Helen, although delay would make matters worse. She went into North Street and spent ten shillings which she could ill afford in buying a locket for her.
"Those houses in King's Close are going to be eighty pounds a year, and what do you think, Mrs. Toller is going to take one!"... Sabre found but little business awaiting him when he got to his office. When he had disposed of it he sat some little time staring absent-mindedly at the cases whereon were ranged the books of his publication.
After the dessert of almonds and raisins, figs, apples, and oranges also supplied by Mrs. Mudge Miss Toller rose and said she hoped she might be excused, but Mr. Goacher pressed her to stay. He had offered to entertain the company with a trifling humorous composition of his own.
He seized my arm, and pointed to the pier, at the end of it which joined the river-bank. "Pray accept my excuses; I can't answer for my temper if that wretch comes near me." With this apology he hurried away; and sly Giles Toller, having patiently waited until the coast was clear, accosted me with his best bow, and said: "Beautiful weather, isn't it, sir?"
Minchin shared fully in the new pique against Bulstrode, excited by his apparent determination to patronize Lydgate. The long-established practitioners, Mr. Wrench and Mr. Toller; were just now standing apart and having a friendly colloquy, in which they agreed that Lydgate was a jackanapes, just made to serve Bulstrode's purpose.
In the instant when I looked at the old man, I saw, through the window of his room, a rocket soar into the sky, from behind the promontory between us and Kylam. Some cry of surprise must, I suppose, have escaped me. Toller suddenly looked round towards the window, just as the last fiery particles of the rocket were floating slowly downwards against the black clouds.
There was the axe for slaughter, a dagger for cutting meat, a hammer for breaking bones, a saw and scrapers of various size the plunder of some barrow on Clun Downs. Under the slates of the bed lay a collection of slings. In this place Toller lived undiscovered for several months, issuing thence as occasion required in quest of food.
As soon as it was dark, therefore, Toller stole down to the pastures, captured a steer, brained it with the flint axe, stripped off the skin, made a fire, roasted a piece of the warm flesh, covered his tracks, and before the sun was up had made twenty miles of the return journey, with half a dozen fine new slings concealed beneath his coat.
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