"For the sake of the girl. My wife—killed me. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers on a vrolyk; and if dey'd chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by shaving it from dat unpleasant complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died. She raised this with the air of a conspirator unmasking, and displayed a tear-flushed face. . ’ ‘Aye, more’s the pity. You are all that I am or hope to be—the celestial atom God put into me at the beginning. You haven't heard my side if it, Hoddy. “How shall I get my luggage out of the house?. " The attendant did not understand him. ” “But you thought you could forget him. ’ He gave the gaping Pottiswick a shove, passing him on to his junior, who was waiting patiently by the kitchen door. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days.
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