The Grinder Papers — page 300: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 295 I didn't durst look at Pigwiggin at tea time; and when the solemn hour o’ twenty minutes tew twelve arriv, I packed up tew linen and one cotton, and some collars in a handkercher, and put on my hood, and vail, and a big shawl, and down stairs I went. The house was locked up, and the boarders snorin’, and it was pitch dark outo doors. I goes on. There was a cab, and the door opened. , I goes toward it. ‘*Charity,” sez a voice. ‘“‘Pigwiggin, sez 1, smothered by emotions and my vail. He puts out his hand and draws me in. I sots down beside him. | Sez he, ‘‘Drive tu the direction I gave you, driver,” and away we driv. Purty soon he puts his arm around my waist. ‘You go ’way,” sez I. ‘“Oh, Charity!” sez he. Then he kisses me. Sez I, ‘‘ Don’t you durst.” Sez he, ‘‘ How queer your voice sounds to-night. Have you a cold?” Sez I, ‘‘It’s agitation.” “Oh!” sez he. Arter a while sez he, ‘‘You don’t feel frightened?” Sez I, ‘No, Pigwiggin.” ‘‘ Adorable angel,” sez he. a oe fest. ta ars — e ” tee A SO oe re Pe ee See ee ee VAM hes - x 2 Fit Ais a ee i at > ' ag > ee % P : - = asl YY : =" - av” * ~~ Pat es Sy al ae. *} “9 ay ' ¢ - ‘ » “A : so P a3 r ’ d X GEomicboo “S com