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"Accordin' to what?" "Well er circumstances." "What circumstances?" "Circumstances over which I have no control yet!" "You don't mean me?" queried Spike, with an anxious expression. "Lord, no!" "And you'll never tell nobody that I that I " "Meant to be a thief?" drawled Mr. Ravenslee. "Not a word!" Spike flushed, took a gulp of coffee, choked, and fell to sulky silence, while Mr.
As for Ravenslee, he ate and drank he knew and cared not what, content to sit and watch her when he might the delicious curves of white neck and full, round throat, the easy grace of movement that spoke her vigorous youth; joying in the soft murmurs of her voice, the low, sweet ring of her laughter, and thrilling responsive to her warm young womanhood. "But Mr.
Spike, cowering behind a bush with M'Ginnis's fingers gripping his arm, shivered and sweated and held his breath until Ravenslee moved on again, and, coming to a fallen tree, seated himself there and sat chin on fist, expectation in every tense line of him. "Now!" whispered M'Ginnis hoarsely, "get him now before Hermy comes t' him!"
"If they bring him home drunk like they did last time!" "They shan't do that, Mrs. Trapes. Don't worry, I'll go and fetch him," said Ravenslee, getting to his feet. "Fetch him? From O'Rourke's? Are ye crazy? You'd get half-killed like as not. Oh, they're a bad, ugly lot down there!" "I feel rather ugly myself," said Ravenslee, looking around for the shabby hat; "anyway, I'm going to see."
Ravenslee opened his eyes to find his small chamber full of a glory of sun which poured a flood of radiance across his narrow bed; it brought out the apoplectic roses on the wall paper and lent a new lustre to the dim and faded gold frame that contained a fly-blown card whereon was the legend: LOVE ONE ANOTHER
Trapes, looking taller and bonier than ever in a long, very woolly garment, and while she aided Hermione to bandage the wound, Ravenslee brought water and brandy, and very soon Spike sighed and opened his eyes. "Hello, Hermy!" he said faintly. "Don't worry, I'm all O. K. Bud shot me an' I'm glad, because now I can ask you t' forgive me.
But Ravenslee strode along in silence, and the Spider, heeding the pale, set ferocity of his expression, grew troubled. "Say," said he at last, "this don't happen t' be th' night as you've fixed up t' smash th' gang, does it?" "No only M'Ginnis." "S'posin' he ain't at O'Rourke's?" "He'll be somewhere else." "Bo, if I was your ma, I should be prayin' you don't find Bud, yes, sir!
"Why, I mean," said M'Ginnis, twisting the neckerchief in his powerful hands much as if it had been the neck of some enemy, "I mean as this guy as comes here bluffin' about bein' down an' out, this guy as plays at sellin' peanuts is Geoffrey Ravenslee, the millionaire." "But he is Arthur's friend!"
And as he sat thus, staring at what had been, he repeated a sentence to himself over and over again at regular intervals, speaking with a soft inflection none had ever heard from him before: "Poor little Maggie poor little kid!" "Past eleven o'clock, dear," said Hermione. "Still so early?" sighed Ravenslee.
Do you know where he was last night?" "You can search me, bo. All I savvy is he was off on some frame-up or other." "Who with?" "Well not wid me." "Did you see any one with him besides M'Ginnis at O'Rourke's?" "No, there was only them two." "Ah, I guessed as much," said Ravenslee, nodding; "he went away with M'Ginnis good!"
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