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He hurried out of the room and all but fell over the bell-boy in the hall. "What you hanging round for?" Jan almost hissed. "Go below." The bell-boy hurried downstairs and "Say, but that's a new kind of an elopement for this shack!" he exploded to the clerk, and repeated what he had heard. The clerk took a look at the register and read: "'Mrs. H.G. Goles, City. Now I didn't notice that before.
Both had follored their goles and wuz settin' on 'em, but, oh! how different they wuz how different to themselves and them about 'em.
At this I set down the jug and taking out my purse, extracted a guinea. "Landlord," said I, tossing the coin upon the table, "a bottle of your best rum for the officers a bowl of punch would do none of us any harm, I think." "Lor'!" exclaimed the landlady, sitting down heavily. "By goles!" quoth the landlord, reaching for the guinea.
The Finn woman, nearest to Jan, was hugging her baby to her under Jan's great coat. She, too, when she was not watching her baby, was looking at Jan. The bartender, between Jan and Goles, was looking out for marks ashore.
"Apprehended on suspicion of stealing that gold chain and seals which you wear so ostentatiously." "By goles, but you're a clever fellow," said Darvil, involuntarily; "you know human natur." The banker smiled: strange to say, he was pleased with the compliment.
Darvil; and I think you will find it hard to prove the fact in any town where I am a magistrate." "By goles, what a good prig you would have made! You are as sharp as a gimlet. Surely you were brought up at the Old Bailey!" "Mr. Darvil, be ruled.
A door led from this back room into the lower back hall of the house, and in the shadow of the back hall Jan thought for an instant that he saw the landlady's figure; but he wasn't sure. Two minutes or it may have been five minutes later, a boy whom Jan had noticed round the house came into the room by way of that same door and said to the girl: "Mrs. Goles wants to see you a minute."
Goles held his head and, soaking a towel in the water jar, bathed his forehead and face and neck, and kept wetting the towel and bathing his head with the cold water until at last, with a grateful sigh, Jan stood up and said: "I think it's all gone now." "That's good. So I'll be leaving you. And you " They had been talking in whispers, but at this point her voice broke into a cough.
"A great deal nearer a hundred!" "A hun " he gasped. "By goles!" he ejaculated after a moment, "poetry comes expensive, don't it? A hundred pound! Lord love me, I don't make so much in a year! So I'll never see any o' my verses in a book, 'tis very sure. Ah, well," said he with a profound sigh, "that won't stop me a-thinking or a-making of 'em, will it?" "And what do you write about?"
This vay, sir you can see the leaves is bloody hereabouts if you look this vay!" Like one in an evil dream I followed him in among the trees and was aware that he had halted again. "What now what is it?" I questioned. "Number Two, sir, and look yonder, and by Goles, 'e's dodged me likewise burn my neck if 'e ain't!" As he spoke, Mr.
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