Won’t
you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?”
He was obviously in earnest. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining
fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the
boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic
situation and planning a course of action. While he was filling his pockets with golden coin from this store, Blueskin
had pulled the plate-chest from under the bed, and having forced it open, began
filling a canvass bag with its contents,—silver coffee-pots, chocolate-dishes,
waiters trays, tankards, goblets, and candlesticks. She walked with long swinging steps, scorning the thought of buses or the tube.
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