You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he
broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in
our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. The
rejection caught him like a slap in the face. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance
to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. Returning to the audience-chamber in a by-no-means enviable state of mind, he
commanded the Jew to throw the body of Thames into the Well Hole. Who is she, I say?”
“My sister!” Annabel faltered. Goopes when at home dressed simply in a pajama-shaped suit of canvas sacking
tied with brown ribbons, while his wife wore a purple djibbah with a richly
embroidered yoke.
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