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Bennett, Arnold, 1867-1931

"The Matador of the Five Towns and Other Stories"

He would have
stepped out of the tub and done something to Herbert had not common
prudence and the fear of the blanket falling off restrained his passion.
There was left to him only one thing to do, and he did it. He sat down
again.
"Bless us!" he repeated feebly.
"So you see," said Herbert.
"And thou'st been living here ever since--alone, wi' Jane Sarah?"
"Not exactly," Herbert replied. "With my wife."
Fully emboldened now, he related to his uncle the whole circumstances of
his marriage.
Whereupon, to his surprise, Silas laughed hilariously, hysterically, and
gulped down the remainder of the whisky.
"Where is her?" Silas demanded.
"Upstairs."
"I' my bedroom, I lay," said Silas.
Herbert nodded. "May be."
"And everything upside down!" proceeded Uncle Silas.
"No!" said Herbert. "We've put all your things in my old room."
"Have ye! Ye're too obliging, lad!" growled Silas. "And if it isn't
asking too much, where's that china pig as used to be on the
chimney-piece in th' kitchen there? Her's smashed it, eh?"
"No," said Herbert, mildly. "She's put it away in a cupboard. She didn't
like it.


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