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"I should never give my consent," he said, gravely, "so it's only wasting your time. You run off and play." Mr. Widden ran off to Mr. Green, but before he could get a word out discovered that something unusual had happened. Mrs. Green, a picture of distress, sat at one end of the room with a handkerchief to her eyes; Mr.
I can't work no more; I'm 's good as gone meself; but I feel sometimes I'll 'ave to go back. I don't like the streets, an' I guess 'tes worse in London." "Ah! Perhaps," Felix said, "there are more of us like you than you think." Again the old man turned his dark, quick glance. "Well, an' I widden say no to that, neither. I've seen 'em terrible homesick.
He found a temporary one almost at once, and, determined to make a favorable impression, worked hard all day. He came home tired and dirty, and was about to go straight to the wash-house to make his toilet when Mr. Green called him in. "My friend, Mr. Widden," he said, with a satisfied air, as he pointed to a slight, fair young man with a well-trimmed moustache. Mr. Letts shook hands.
Widden, rebelliously. "It's nothing to do with him," declared Mr. Letts. "And, besides, he's not what I should call a judge of character. I dare say you are all right, but I'm going to see for myself. You go on in the ordinary way with your love-making, without taking any notice of me. Try and forget I'm watching you.
Be as natural as you can be, and if you do anything I don't like I'll soon tell you of it." The bewildered Mr. Widden turned, but, reading no hope of assistance in the infuriated eyes of Mr. Green, appealed in despair to Betty. "I don't mind," she said. "Why should I?" Mr. Widden could have supplied her with many reasons, but he refrained, and sat in sulky silence while Mr. Letts got ready.
"I stayed behind just to take a stone out of my shoe, and the earth seemed to swallow them up. He's so strong. That's the worst of it." "Strong?" said Mr. Green. Mr. Widden nodded. "Tuesday evening he showed her how he upset a man once and stood him on his head," he said, irritably. "I was what he showed her with." "Stick to it!" counselled Mr. Green again.
At the end of ten minutes Mr. Widden intimated that he thought he had learned enough to go on with. "Ah! that's only your conceit," said Mr. Letts over his shoulder. "I was afraid you was conceited." He turned to Miss Foster again, and Mr. Widden, with a despairing gesture, abandoned himself to gloom.
"Fine day," said Mr. Widden. "Beautiful," said the other. "I'll come in and have a talk about it when I've had a wash." "Me and Miss Foster are going out for a bit of a stroll," said Mr. Widden. "Quite right," agreed Mr. Letts. "Much more healthy than staying indoors all the evening. If you just wait while I have a wash and a bit o' something to eat I'll come with you."
"A brother and sister are bound to get tired of each other before long; it's nature." Mr. Widden sighed and obeyed. But brother and sister showed no signs of tiring of each other's company, while they displayed unmistakable signs of weariness with his. And three weeks later Mr. Letts, in a few well-chosen words, kindly but firmly dismissed him.
I've been talking so much that I quite forget to tell you that Betty and me were married yesterday morning." He nodded pleasantly at the stupefied Mr. Green, and, turning to Mr. Widden, gave him a friendly dig in the ribs with his finger. "What's mine is Betty's," he said, in a clear voice, "and what's Betty's is MINE! D'ye understand, step-father?" He stepped over to Mrs.
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