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Reade, Charles, 1814-1884

"Hard Cash"

Arrived there, she made three swift
vertical bounds like a girl with a skipping rope, only her hands were
clapping in the air at the same time; then down the stairs, screaming,
"His chest his chest! he is coming, coming, come!"
Alfred ran after her.
Mrs. Dodd, unable to race with such antelopes, slipped quietly out into
the little balcony.
Julia had seen two men carrying a trestle with a tarpauling over it, and
a third walking beside. Dodd's heavy sea-chest had been more than once
carried home this way. She met the men at the door, and overpowered them
with questions:--
"Is it his clothes? Then he wasn't so much wrecked after all. Is he with
you? Is he coming directly?. Why don't you tell me?"
The porters at first wore the stolid impassive faces of their tribe; but
when this bright young creature questioned them, brimming over with
ardour and joy, their countenances fell and they hung their heads.
The little sharp-faced man, who was walking beside the others stepped
forward to reply to Julia.
He was interrupted by a terrible scream from the balcony.


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