Look at the dandy, struttin'! Bob buys 'im all them fancy
togs an' loves to see 'im wearin' 'em. White hands, an' red cheeks, an'
straight nose like a gal. Swan, ef he wasn't so ornery an' long-limbed
I'd a mind to call 'im one. Ef 'twant for his hidin' behind Bob so,
I'd - "
What he'd have done was never known, for the whole room-full of
prankish, loud-voiced, roistering men was suddenly struck dumb by the
unwonted sound of a lady's voice out in the darkness.
Bull-doze reached her first, Bob next, and Handsome Harry third. She was
only a slip of a young thing and the fright she got from the kindly rush
of the old bulldog was immeasurably increased by Bob's frightful
caricature of a face. She turned, shuddering, to the handsome,
richly-decked young Englishman.
"My father and mother, sir, are very ill. I was going after a doctor,
but I am tired out. I can go no further. Oh, could one of you go on to
Angel's, whilst I rest with some lady of your town?"
Harry was apparently speechless from the thrall of her fresh young
beauty, because it was Bob who answered.
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