"Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while
she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau
counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small,
whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into
the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and
her bags. Blueskin
will go with you,—for fear of a mistake. Did
you search the yard, fool?"
"Ve did," replied Abraham; "and found his fine goat and ruffles torn to shtrips on
de shpikes near de creat cate. ‘Comment? What do you
wish?’
‘What the devil do you think you’re up to now, I’d like to know?’
Her eyes flashed. "
"It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood.
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