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Don't let on; see if they'll remember us." So saying, Gaff lifted the latch of the door and stood before his wife and child. Billy also entered, and stood a pace behind him. Mrs Gaff and Tottie, who were both engaged about the fireplace at the time, in the preparation of supper, turned and looked at the intruders in surprise, and, for a few seconds, in silence.
"There!" cried Mrs Gaff, giving him a slap, and no light one a slap that would have floored him in days of yore; "you deserve it for calling me an old woman." Mrs Gaff followed up the slap with a hug that almost choked her son. "Make less noise, won't you?" cried Tottie. "Don't you see that daddy's going to begin his story?"
He turned to leave the room, and was met by Mrs Bones. "There's a friend o' yours in the corner, Molly. Don't disturb him. I'm goin' to post a letter for him, and will be back directly." Bones went out, posted the letter in the common sewer, and returned home. During the brief interval of his absence Tottie had come in on a visit after her prolonged sojourn in the country.
Mrs Gaff uttered a suppressed cry, and ran into the wet man's arms. Tottie and the Bu'ster each ran at a leg, and hugging it violently, squeezed a cataract of salt water into their respective bosoms. "Stephen, lad, is't you?" said the wife, raising her head for a moment and looking up in the man's face. "Ay, dear lass, wrecked again; but safe home, thank God."
Indeed, it never more saw the light of day, but remained in the hole where it had been buried, and thus it came to pass that Mr William Stiggs failed to make his appearance on the appointed night of the 15th, and Abel Bones was constrained to venture on his deed of darkness alone. On the appointed night, however, Tottie did not fail to do her best to frustrate her father's plans.
Poor Tottie, being of a sympathetic nature, would pat her mother's knee and weep. One evening while they were sitting thus she suddenly seemed to be struck with a new idea. "Maybe, mother," said she, "Daddy an' Billy will come back. We've never hearn that they's been drownded." "Tottie," replied Mrs Gaff earnestly, "I've thoughten o' that afore now."
Miss Lillycrop would have been available once, but ever since the fire she has been appropriated along with Tottie Bones by that female Trojan Miss Stivergill, and dare not hint at leaving her. It's a good thing for her, no doubt, but it's unfortunate for Mr Fred. Now, do you see anything in the mists of that statement?"
I saw him once, I believe, at old Blurt's bird-shop, but did not recognise 'im at the time, owin' to his hat bein' pulled well over his eyes, though I rather think he must have recognised me. The second time I saw him was when Tottie came to me for help and set me on his tracks, when he was goin' to commit the burglary on Rosebud Cottage.
Before he had eaten half of it he fell back in the stern-sheets of the boat, dropt into a sound sleep, and dreamed of home and his mother and Tottie. Hour after hour the men pulled at the oars. They were strong men both of them, inured to protracted exertion and fatigue.
It is not written anywhere, I believe, that a boy may not marry a baby, nevertheless " "But she's not a baby," broke in Miss Lillycrop. "Tottie is seventeen now, and Pax is twenty-four. But this is not the half of what I have to tell you.
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