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Updated: June 18, 2025
A slight thing decided him the gaiety of a boy's laugh that floated from one of the lower rooms and swinging his stick briskly to add weight to his determination, he ascended the broad steps and lifted the old brass knocker. A moment later the door was opened by a large mulatto woman, in a soiled apron, who took his small hand-bag from him and, when he asked for Mr.
Just as we had finished our labors a ragged and melancholy stranger, carrying an old hand-bag, limped by with his head down, and I caught the scent I had chased around the globe! It was the odor of Paradise to my perishing hope! In a moment I was at his side and had laid a gentle hand upon his shoulder.
I brought my hand-bag with me, you see, hoping that I might, and my trunks are still at the station wait, I'll give you the checks, and perhaps your son will get them after supper." She put the bag on a chair, and began to open it, hurriedly, as if unwilling to wait a minute longer before making sure of remaining. Mrs. Gray, who was standing near her, drew back with a gasp of surprise.
Returning to the hotel only a few minutes before the critical hour, I went directly to her rooms, carrying the money in a small hand-bag that I had bought for the purpose. I found her waiting for me, gowned and hatted as if for a journey.
"My dear sir, do not be in too great haste; I am not gifted with miraculous powers. I will bring the boy here or take you to him within two days, as I have agreed." "Well, then, to-day is Tuesday. Will you have him here by Friday? Friday morning?" "By Friday afternoon, at any rate." The old man was carefully wrapping up the articles he had exhibited, and putting them back into his hand-bag.
A kind of exultation seized her at this unexpected deliverance from her adventure, but that mood passed as she reflected upon her present position. She had left the house without her few belongings, and what was far worse, without her money, which she kept in a hand-bag locked up in her small case in the bedroom she had just left. She had not a penny in the world, and she dared not go back.
"Sister!" she cried sharply. "Fool, I have no sister. My child travelled with the daughter of my dressmaker." Frau Fischer was the fortunate possessor of a candle factory somewhere on the banks of the Eger, and once a year she ceased from her labours to make a "cure" in Dorschausen, arriving with a dress-basket neatly covered in a black tarpaulin and a hand-bag.
Alone in the room, she took from her hand-bag a little packet addressed to Wilfrid on which she had written the word 'private, and laid it on the writing-table.
Her gaze was fixed on a hand-bag which Mrs. Holymead carried a comparatively big hand-bag which the lady had taken the precaution to purchase before driving out to Riversbrook. The French girl's face lighted up with a smile as she saw by the shape of the bag that it was not empty. "Have you got them?" she whispered. "Yes," was the reply. "I followed out your plan it worked without a hitch."
She had six small packages with her in the carriage, besides her hand-bag and umbrellas and half the contents of an extra luggage van. The long-suffering porter who had looked after her boxes and finally put her in the train, was crimson with his exertions. The generous lady, having searched several pockets before finding the necessary coin, bestowed on him a threepenny piece for his trouble!
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