There's something queer about that young man; but we'll
never be able to find out what it is. I was happy to oblige
them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all
the miserable sun. Mademoiselle has had no harm of me,’
Gerald said soothingly and bowed. Where's the dining room? And, say, can I have some eggs? This jam-tea
breakfast gets my goat. Kneebone on her way to the door,
"how could you bring such creatures with you, especially on an occasion like
this, when we haven't met for a fortnight!"
"Couldn't help it, my life," returned the gentleman addressed, in the same tone;
"but you little know who those individuals are. We’ll
have some buttered toast. I got three pounds, and there’s three on my
watch. One or
two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with
rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened
for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other,
would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. Kneebone and his Friends
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