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"And surely I may kiss my wife's slipper without you having to blush so so deliciously, Hermione?" "It's so old and shabby!" said she faintly. "That's why I kiss it." "An' here comes th' doctor!" said Mrs. Trapes. Whereat Hermione incontinent fled away, white foot agleam. Then Ravenslee, having kissed the little slipper quite brazenly under Mrs. Trapes's staring eyes, tucked it beneath his pillow.
Ravenslee lounged in the easy-chair, so motionless that he might have been asleep except for the grim set of his jaw and the bright, wide-open eyes of him. At last, and suddenly, he sat erect, for he had heard a voice whose soft murmur he recognised even through the closed door. "I don't know, Hermy dear," came in Mrs. Trapes' harsh tones, "I'm afraid he's gone to bed anyway, I'll see!"
Geoffrey I I'd like to thank ye " and lo, she was gone again! Mr. Ravenslee had just pitched the striped shirt out of the window when behold, Mrs. Trapes was back yet once more, this time grasping a much battered but more bepolished dish cover. "Mr.
Trapes, I've got a stranglehold on that idea, for it is rather brilliant." "There's that kettle b'ilin' at last, thank goodness!" sighed Mrs. Trapes, crossing to the stove, "tea's a luxury, I suppose, but oh, drat Mulligan, anyway!" So Mrs.
"Oh, 'eavens, this is a outrage, this is! I'll " "It sure is! An' so are you, winebibber!" "Winebib " Mr. Brimberly choked, his round face grew purple, and he flourished pudgy fists while Mrs. Trapes folded her cotton-gloved hands and watched him. "Winebibber!" she nodded. "An' the wine as you now bib is your master's, consequently it was stole, an' bein' stole you're a thief, an' bein' a thief "
Think o' that now my, my! Mrs. Ravenslee's wonderful quick an' light on her feet, Mr. Geoffrey!" Here Mrs. Trapes raised the watch to her ear and hearkened to its tick again, smiling at Ravenslee's broad back as he turned to reach his glass.
Trapes, and her elbows were particularly needle-like, "I jest took that piece o' sheep's liver an' wrapped it round that young man's face." "Unhappy young man!" murmured Mr. Ravenslee. "Y' see, Mr. Geoffrey, though a widder an' therefore lorn, I ain't to be trod on in the matter of livers, or anything else!" "I'm sure of it, Mrs. Trapes." "But if you don't kind of fancy liver, how about sassiges?
"Well, you mark my words, that b'y won't keep it a week." "Oh, I don't know," said Ravenslee, "he seemed quite content." "You took him to the theayter las' night, didn't you? Wastin' your good money, eh?" "Not very much, Mrs. Trapes," said her lodger humbly. Mrs. Trapes sniffed. "Anyway, it's a good thing you had him safe out o' the way, as it happens." "Why?"
"Woman, begone!" he cried hoarsely. "Woman, if you don't go 'ence this very moment, I'll have you persecuted with the hutmost vigour o' the law for a incorrigible female!" "Female!" repeated Mrs. Trapes; and clasping herself in her long, bony arms she shuddered and smiled, though her eyes glared more stonily, and her elbows suggested rapier points, daggers, and other deadly weapons of offence.
Ravenslee stood precisely where he was, staring hard at the battered hat; yet it is not to be supposed that the sight of this could possibly have brought the smile to his lips, and into his eyes a look that surely none had ever seen there before such a preposterously shabby, disreputable old hat! Of course not! "Oh!" said Mrs. Trapes, "so you've come? Good land, Mr.
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