The lady of the barge (1902) (14766693241)

Identifier: ladyofbarge00jaco (find matches)
Title: The lady of the barge
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Jacobs, W. W. (William Wymark), 1863-1943
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Publisher: London and New York : Harper
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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hewidow visibly, but its effect on the ex-constablenearly upset the bread-pan. 130 The Lady of the Barge But here, continued Mr. Negget, with an-other glance at the larder, he might go on likethat for years. Hes a wunnerful shy man—big, and gentle, and shy. He wanted Lizzie toask you to tea yesterday. Now, Mr. Negget, said the blushing wid-ow. Do be quiet. Fact, replied the farmer; solemn fact,I assure you. And he asked her whether youwere fond of jewellery. I met him twice in the road near here yes-terday, said Mrs. Clowes, suddenly. Per-haps he was waiting for you to come out. I dare say, replied the farmer. Ishouldnt wonder but what hes hanging aboutsomewhere near now, unable to tear himselfaway. Mr. Bodfish wrung his hands, and histhoughts reverted instinctively to instances inhis memory in which charges of murder hadbeen altered by the direction of a sensible judgeto manslaughter. He held his breath for thenext words. Mr. Negget drank a little more ale andlooked at Mrs. Driver.
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MRS. DRIVER FELL RACK BEFORE THEEMERGING FORM OF MR. BOOFISH. Cupboard Love 131 I wonder whether youve got a morsel ofbread and cheese? he said, slowly. Ivecome over that hungry The widow and Mr. Bodfish rose simultane-ously. It required not the brain of a traineddetective to know that the cheese was in thelarder. The unconscious Mrs. Driver openedthe door, and then with a wild scream fell backbefore the emerging form of Mr. Bodfish intothe arms of Mrs. Clowes. The glass of Mr.Negget smashed on the floor, and the farmerhimself, with every appearance of astonish-ment, stared at the apparition open-mouthed. Mr.—Bodfish! he said at length, slowly. Mr. Bodfish, incapable of speech, glared athim ferociously. Leave him alone, said Mrs. Clowes, whowas ministering to her friend. Cant you seethe mans upset at frightening her? Shescoming round, Mr. Bodfish; dont be alarmed. Very good, said the farmer, who foundhis injured relatives gaze somewhat trying.Ill go, and leave him to explain to Mrs.