Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 205: what you’re looking at

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THE FACE AT THE WINDOW. 197 a barren one, since the object of their solicitude has gone. Can they overtake him. Impossible, for the train is already at the station—they can hear the bell ‘jangling in rude warning. What then ? Rudolph Gordon has not come to his ancestral home without a purpose, and if he has accomplished this he will not stop long in Richmond. ‘“Who knows anything about the trains ?”’ It is Joe who asks this. ‘What time have you ?’’ says Bob. ‘‘A quarter after nine.’’ “Seems to me when I left here before it was on an express—I know the hour was not far from eleven— I reached Richmond and went west a day later.’’ ‘Yes, there is an express from the south that stops here on signal about that time,’’ affrms Gypsy —‘‘at least, it used to some time ago.”’ ‘“That leaves us good time to get back and have some aU POST at the hotel—I suppose it goes ny that name. ‘What! Joe, are you really hungry ?’’ cries Bob. “After that wonderful feast ez route,’’ laughs Madame Bob. “T confess to that failing—it is a weakness of mine,’’ and Joe places his hand on his stomach and groans dismally, at which the others laugh. ‘When can we leave here ?”’ Bob looks to his wife while asking this, as he recognizes her right to regulate their movements. “T will be ready in a few minutes,’’ she replies, Gomichbooksreo