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"But it is!" "No, it ain't! I haven't earned it, Geoff, an' I ain't a guy as sponges on his pals, not much I ain't. Take your money, Geoff. When I buy Hermy anything it's goin' to be bought with money as I've earned." So Mr. Ravenslee thrust the bill back into his pocket and thereafter walked on, frowning and very silent, as one lost in perplexed thought.
Brimberly, laying a soothing hand upon his twitching whisker, "indeed, I I " "Oh help yourself, pray!" Hereupon Mr. Brimberly took a cigar very much at random, and, while Young R. watched with lazy interest, proceeded to cut it though with singularly clumsy fingers. "A light, Mr. Brimberly allow me!" So Ravenslee held the light while Mr.
Ravenslee frowned and pushed back his chair, but in that moment they heard Hermione's glad welcome: "Why, Ann, you dear thing, you're just in time for the turkey come right in." "Turkey, my dear!" spoke the harsh voice of Mrs. Trapes. "Turkey land sakes!
"So you think that she is falling in love, then?" enquired Ravenslee slowly. "Well, Hermy's Hermy, an' she's wrote you two letters to my knowin' " "No, only one, Mrs. Trapes." "Now Hermy ain't the kind o' girl t' write twice to a man unless " "But she has only written me one letter, Mrs. Trapes the one she left with you last week." "Oh, well here's the other!" said Mrs.
"That's my wise dearie!" nodded Mrs. Trapes. "And good luck to ye, Mr. Geoffrey, an' when you find that b'y, say as I wish ah, how I wish I was back of him with a toasting fork, that's all!" Mr. Ravenslee caught up the shabby hat, opened the door, and going out, closed it softly behind him. "Hermy," said Mrs.
"To the Beautiful City of Perhaps!" and he drank deep. "Say," said the chemist, staring, "that sounds t' me like a touch of the sun. Try a bottle of my summer mixture, good for sunstroke, heat-bumps, colic, spasms, and Hell's Kitchen generally try a bottle?" "Thanks," said Ravenslee, "I will." And grimly pocketing the bottled panacea, he stepped out into the hot and noisy avenue.
Make boil the kettle against my coming," and Ravenslee hastened down the stairs. Reaching the court he met the Italian trundling his barrow toward a certain shed, its usual nocturnal biding place. "How goes it, Tony?" he enquired, shaking hands. The Italian nodded and flashed his teeth. "Ver-a good, pal!" he answered. "Tony, where can I get a peanut outfit like yours?" "Ha!
Brimberly, his whiskers suddenly fierce and threatening, but just then, fortunately for Spike, the door swung, open, and Mr. Ravenslee entered. And lo! what a change was here!
Ravenslee laid the photograph on the table, and sitting down, fell to viewing it intently. A wonderful face, low-browed, deep-eyed, full-lipped.
"He wants to give it you himself, because he says you're the best friend he ever had and oh, here he is! You did say so, didn't you, Geoffrey?" "And I surely mean it!" answered Ravenslee, tossing his driving gauntlets into a chair, "though you certainly threw cold water upon my peanut barrow, didn't you, Mrs. Trapes?"
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