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Bilkins wrote three or four letters to O'Rourke, and finally succeeded in extorting an epistle from that gentleman, in which he told Margaret to cheer up, that his fortune was as good as made, and that the day would come when she should ride through the town in her own coach, and no thanks to old flint-head, who pretended to be so fond of her. Mr.
"Not badly wounded, you will understand, Margaret not at all seriously wounded; only a splinter in the leg." "Faith, thin, a splinter in the leg is no pleasant thing in itself." "A mere scratch," said Mr. Bilkins lightly, as if he were constantly in the habit of going about with a splinter in his own leg, and found it rather agreeable. "The odd part of the matter is the man's first name.
Mavis followed the landlady into a faded and formal little sitting-room, where the latter sat wearily in a chair, still clasping her jug. "Can I have a room?" asked Mavis. "I think so. My name's Bilkins." "Mine is Keeves." "That's a funny name. I 'ope you ain't married." "No." "It's only fools who get married. You jest hear what Mrs Bonus says." "I'm very tired," said Mavis.
But the Southern Confederacy collapsed, the General Amnesty Proclamation was issued, cell doors were thrown open; and one afternoon Mr. Larry O'Rourke, with his head neatly shaved, walked into the Bilkins kitchen and frightened Margaret nearly out of her skin. Mr.
A quarter of an hour passed without anyone calling, when she heard the sound of a key in the latch, and Mrs Bilkins returned. "No Mrs Bonus?" "No one's been." "It isn't her washing day neither, though it would be late for a lady like 'er to be out all alone. Drink this." "But it's stout," said Mavis, as Mrs Bilkins lit the gas. "I call it jacky. A glass will do you good."
He got £6,000 three weeks ago out of Bilkins the man who ran the egg swindle and until that's spent he won't feel the need of money. If you could wait six weeks I'm sure he'll be on the rocks again in six weeks and then offer a few thousand " "But we can't wait," said Sir Bartholomew. "Affairs in the Near East are most critical. Unless the Megalian Army acts at once "
"Come to think of it," said the old gentleman to himself, drawing on his white cotton gloves as he walked up Anchor Street "I don't want to find him." But Mr. O'Rourke was not to be found. With amiable cynicism Mr. Bilkins directed his steps in the first instance to the police-station, quite confident that a bird of Mr. O'Rourke's plumage would be brought to perch in such a cage.
"Is it there ye are, me jew'l!" cried Mr. O'Rourke, discovering her. Mrs. Bilkins wheeled upon Margaret. "Margaret Callaghan, is that thing your husband?" "Ye yes, mum," faltered Mrs. O'Rourke, with a woful lack of spirit. "Then take it away!" cried Mrs. Bilkins. Margaret, with a slight flush on either cheek, glided past Mrs.
"I want me wife," he said sternly. Unfortunately, Mr. Bilkins had gone uptown, and there was no one in the house except Margaret, whose pluck was not to be depended on. The case was urgent. With the energy of despair Mrs. Bilkins suddenly placed the toe of her boot against Mr. O'Rourke's invading foot, and pushed it away. The effect of this attack was to cause Mr.
There was nothing for it but prepare a dainty concoction from what we had, so, wishing heartily that Bilkins had come off in the small boat with me, I dived into our stores on a tour of inspection. Tea! who wanted tea for breakfast! A pot of butter! appropriate enough, though it might have been fresher. A can of beans! worse than tea.
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