In Sight of St. Paul's — page 85: what you’re looking at

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80 HEART TO HEART. in the arm-chair which Becky rolled up to the fire, and beginning to smooth his damaged hat. “Why, you’ve smashed your hat, sir,’’? ventured Becky. ‘“No, I didn’t,’? laughed Gillie, in a friendly way, which did much to set the little maid at ease. ‘‘It was the landing. When do you expect Mr. Chichester to return ?”? “He ought to have been home half an hour ago, sir. I took it on myself to bring his tea up here, but I’m afraid I’l] never be able to keep it hot.”’ ‘‘And the winkles are getting cold,’’ added Palfiey. Becky twitched him by the arm. ‘‘Don’t mention the winkles, Jim,’’ she said, ina reproving whisper. ‘‘They’re not aristocratic.” ‘“You don’t treat me right, Becky,’’ returned Pal- frey, jealously. ‘‘You never give ’em to me.”’ ‘“Aush, Jim!’ Meanwhile, Fletcher had taken a card-case and pencil from his pocket, and written something upon _ one of the cards. ‘‘Palfrey,’’ he said, as he finished, ‘‘will you do an errand for me?’’ ‘Yes, sir. With pleasure, sir.’’ ‘‘Go to this address, ask for the lady whose name I have written, and give her the card. My message is on the back.”’ “Ves, sir. Ill be there in no time, sir.” m Eomicbooks (e(e)