An unsocial socialist
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: and competition '11 soon bring you down from a shilling to sixpence, let alone ninepence. That's the way wages goes down and deathrates goes up, worse luck for the likes of hus, as has to sell ourselves like pigs i...
MorePurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: and competition '11 soon bring you down from a shilling to sixpence, let alone ninepence. That's the way wages goes down and deathrates goes up, worse luck for the likes of hus, as has to sell ourselves like pigs in the market." He was about to continue, when the policeman took him by the arm ; turned him towards the gate ; and pointed expressively in that direction. Smilash looked vacantly at him for a moment. Then with a wink at Fairholme, he walked gravely away, amid general staring and silence. ' CHAPTER V. What had passed between Smilash and Henrietta remained unknown except to themselves. Agatha had seen Henrietta clasping his neck in her arms, but had not waited to hear the exclamation of" Sidney, Sidney," which followed, nor to see him press her face to his breast in his anxiety to stifle her voice as he said, " My darling love, dont screech, I implore you. Confound it, we shall have the whole pack here in a moment. Hush ! " " Dont leave me again, Sidney," she entreated, clinging faster to him as his perplexed gaze, wandering towards the entrance to the shrubbery, seemed to forsake her. A din of voices in that direction precipitated his irresolution. " We must run away, Hetty," he said. " Hold fast about my neck ; and dont strangle me. Now then." He lifted her upon his shoulder, and ran swiftly through the grounds. When they were stopped by the wall, he placed her atop of it; scrambled over; and made her jump into his arms. Then he staggered away with her across the fields, gasping out, in reply to the inarticulate remonstrances which burst from her as he stumbled and reeled at every hillock, " Your weight is increasing at the rate of a stone a second, my love. If you stoop you will break my back. Oh Lord, here's a ditch ! " " Let me down," screamed Henri...
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