in him.
e ter le Paris; a year putting Frenco Engliso Frencting tly different eacime, and pinning different titles on tory pass as ty brand-nely, ty, and seem as t. te o some ric every time tock from counterfeit banks. ed on o Lant Street about once a year, bringing poke to Mr Ibbs, and picking up bad coin, cautions, and tips.
I supposed seemed, did Mrs Sucksby, for once y ea, , ss cradle and smoot across her lap and said,
ell noleman, t. e didnt look for you for anotwo. he look of?
Gentleman shing for Mr Ibbs, I am afraid.
, not, Mr Ibbs?
Very sad, said Mr Ibbs, from the brazier.
Mrs Sucksby greial. hen, for me?
But Gentleman shook his head again.
Not for you, eit for you; not for Garibaldi for Dainty, nor for Phe boys; nor even for Charley ag.
t me, and taken up ttered playing-cards, and ing to ts. y, and Mrs Sucksby, still quite pink in t t once reacarted s kind of man, w always be busy.
ell, Sue, ill upon me. his eyes were a very clear blue.
ell, w? I answered.
do you say to ts you Ive come for.
.
Gentleman nodded. I hing for you. A proposal.
A proposal! said P. Look out, Sue, s to marry you!
Dainty screamed, and tleman blinked, took last, and leaned to Mrs Sucksby to say,
Get rid of our friends at t keep Joy: I s their help.
Mrs Sucksby ated, t Mr Ibbs; and Mr Ibbs said at once, Riged so e a s, o drop t coins into ter, one by one. Listen to t. Nohe gold know?
Go on, Uncle and turned up o me, to Joy and Mrs Sucksby. to Gentleman tchem go by.
atc again.
Mr Ibbs turned tea—splas, as Dainty man. t of team, to mix ed gold, t and teaming greatcoat. ter upon te. Jo, picking songue. Mr Ibbs able, our faces and ; but t of the room was in shadow.
For a minute, no-one spoke. Gentleman still and cc of all: ilted he barrel of a gun.
So, my son, s tory?
Gentleman looked up.
tory, ory