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Then suddenly she heard the lodger's voice crying: "Stop my God, stop! How do you get that way? Don't you know there's a limit to human endurance, alley-cat?" She broke off, staring confusedly into space just the height of his debauched old figure crouching on the dry-goods box. Then with swift realization of her surroundings, her vision cleared.
The people from up stairs came to see what was the matter, as I was cussin and crying out. "It's only Charles, ma," screamed out Miss Betsy. "Where's Mary?" says Mrs. Shum, from the sofy. "She's in Master's room, miss," said I. "She's in the lodger's room, ma," cries Miss Shum, heckoing me. "Very good; tell her to stay there till he comes back."
Ruff is one of the head-waiters and aides-de-camp of Mr. Mackreth, the proprietor of White's Club. The sight of the landlord does not add to the lodger's good-humour. "Perhaps his honour will have the kindness to settle the little account?" asks Mr. Ruff. "Of course I will settle the account," says Harry, glumly looking down over Mr. Ruffs head from the stair above him. "Perhaps Mr.
The reasoning which would have been irresistible at Tadmor was reasoning completely thrown away in London. The landlady remained as impenetrable as the Egyptian Sphinx. "If that creature in the bedroom is not out of my house in an hour's time, I shall send for the police." Having answered her lodger's arguments in those terms, she left the room, and banged the door after her.
He stepped over to the lodger's bookcase. There were about a hundred volumes, only a handful of them connected with medical study.
She was sorry for me, the wanderer. I can picture to myself the countenance of a London landlady if informed thus suddenly of her lodger's departure, and her suppressed mutterings about the ill-convenience of such a proceeding. After breakfast I went out to take my own pleasure.
She was letter perfect in the bitter lesson, and if the sale of papers did not bring in enough to fill the bottle, she accepted the hard fact with the calm of great determination and did not go near the lodger's room, but went to bed instead. Perhaps it was these rare occasions of rest that kept her alive.
Yes, it was true that Mr. Sleuth had brought her and Bunting luck, and it was wrong, very wrong, of her ever to forget that. As she sat there she also reminded herself, and not for the first time, what the lodger's departure would mean. It would almost certainly mean ruin; just as his staying meant all sorts of good things, of which physical comfort was the least. If Mr.
The man's evident knowledge of her lodger's affairs, and his gross stupidity, disarmed Mrs Butt. She would have laughed at his last speech if it had not been for the astounding conclusion. Tea in the bedroom and a mill in the parlour the first night was a degree of eccentricity she had not even conceived of. "Come in, then, young man," she said, making way.
When we said good-bye I have been told that I did wrong; I meant no harm I kissed her. Having traversed the short distance between the cottage and the wood, I remembered that I had left my walking-stick behind me, and returned to get it. Cristel was leaving the kitchen; I saw her at the door which communicated with the Lodger's side of the cottage.
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