Geoffrey. Hermy'll be glad. You'll have
heard of poor little Maggie Finlay? Poor lass--poor, lonely lass! 'T was
her father drove her to it, an' now he's had a fit--a stroke, the
doctor's with him now--an' Hermy, of course! She's always around where
trouble is. I guess there won't be much rest for her to-night--long past
midnight now! I'm glad you found that b'y. I said you would. I'll jest
go down and tell Hermy; she'll be glad."
Spike stood awhile after Mrs. Trapes had gone down-stairs, very silent
and with head a-droop, then, slow and heavily, turned and opened his
door, but paused to speak over his shoulder in a hoarse whisper.
"Geoff--if ever--any man--made my sister go through what Maggie Finlay
went through--I'd--shoot him dead--by God in Heaven, I would!"
CHAPTER X
TELLS HOW MR. RAVENSLEE WENT INTO TRADE
It was a week later, and Mr. Ravenslee leaned from the window of his
room to observe the view, which consisted chiefly of dingy brick walls
and dingier windows, swaying vistas of clothes in various stages of
dampness, clothes that fluttered from many lines stretched across the
court, from window to window, at different altitudes; for to-day it had
been washing day in Mulligan's; also the evening was warm.
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