But she presently came back walking with new courage a little way behind her husband, who showed the brilliancy of his blue eyes and regular Maillot Vidal white teeth in the doorway, Parajumpers Mężczyźni Kodiak bowing respectfully.
“How do you do, Bob?” said Maggie, coming forward and putting out her hand to him; “I always meant to pay your wife a visit, and I shall come another day on purpose for that, if she will let me. But I was obliged to come to-day to speak to my brother.”
“He’ll be in before long, Miss. He’s doin’ finely, Mr. Tom is; he’ll be one o’ the first men hereabouts — you’ll see that.”
“Well, Bob, I’m sure he’ll be indebted to you, whatever he becomes; he said so himself only the other night, when he was talking of you.”
“Eh, Miss, that’s his way o’ takin’ it. But I think the more on’t when he says a thing, because his tongue doesn’t overshoot him as mine does. Lors! I’m no better nor a tilted bottle, I ar’n’t — I can’t stop mysen when once I begin. But you look rarely, Miss; it does me good to see you. What do you say now, Prissy?”— here Bob turned to his wife — “Isn’t it all come true as I said? Though there isn’t many Joonas Donskoi Tröjor sorts o’ goods as I can’t over-praise Westham Dresy when I set my tongue to’t.”
Mrs. Bob’s small nose seemed to be following the example of her eyes in turning up reverentially toward Maggie, but she was able now Spojené státy americké Dres Děti to smile and curtsey, and say, “I’d looked forrard like aenything to seein’ you, Miss, for my husband’s tongue’s been runnin’ on you, like as if he was light-headed, iver since New York City FC first he Maillot Stade Rennais come a-courtin’ on me.”
“Well, well,” said Bob, looking rather silly. “Go Maillot Gündoğan an’ see after the taters, else Mr. Tom ‘ull have to wait for ’em.”
“I hope Mumps Barcelone Femme is friendly with Mrs. Jakin, Bob,” said Maggie, smiling. “I remember you used to say he wouldn’t like your marrying.”
“Eh, Miss,” said Bob, “he made up his mind to’t when he see’d what a little un she was. He pretends not to see her mostly, or else to think as she isn’t full-growed. But about Mr. Tom, Miss,” said Bob, speaking lower and looking serious, “he’s as close as a iron biler, he is; but I’m a ‘cutish chap, an’ Kurtki Parajumpers when I’ve left off carrying my pack, an’ am at a loose end, I’ve got more brains nor I know what to do wi’, an’ I’m forced to busy myself wi’ other Joe Pavelski Tröjor folks’s Maillot Walker insides. An’ it worrets me as Mr. Tom’ll sit by himself so glumpish, a-knittin’ his brow, an’ a-lookin’ at the fire of a night. He should be a bit livelier now, a fine young fellow like him. My wife says, when she goes in sometimes, an’ he takes no notice of her, he sits lookin’ into the fire, and frownin’ as if he was watchin’ folks at work in it.”
“He thinks so much about business,” said Maggie.
“Ay,” said Bob, speaking lower; “but do you think it’s nothin’ else, Miss? He’s close, Mr. Tom is; but I’m a ‘cute chap, I am, an’ I thought tow’rt last Christmas as I’d found out a soft place in him. It links:
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