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t boldly down, and pushing her ill-favored face forward, addressed Simeon in familiar style: "I nabbed her--yer see." "Shut that!" said Stylites. Agnes flushed an angry red, gave Connie a vindictive look, but did not dare to utter another word. Connie ate her breakfast with wonderful calm, and almost contentment. During the night which had passed she had gone through terrible dreams, in which Simeon Stylites had figured largely. He had appeared to her in those dreams as an ogre--a monster too awful to live. But here was a gracious gentleman, very goodly to look upon, very kind to her, although rude and even fierce to the rest of the party. "He'll let me go 'ome," thought Connie; "he 'ave a kind 'eart." The meal came to an end. When it did so Corkscrew came up and inquired if the young "amattur" were "goin' to 'ave her first lesson in perfessional work." "Shut that!" said Stylites again. "You go into cellar No. 5 and attend to the silver, Corkscrew.--Nutmeg, you'll have the other jewelry to put in order this morning. Is the furnace in proper order?" "Yus, sir." "Get off both of you and do your business. We're going out this evening." "When, sir?" "Ten o'clock--sharp's the word." "On wot, sir?" "No. 17's the job," said Simeon Stylites. "And wot am I to do?" said Agnes. "Stay indoors and mend your clothes." "In this room, sir?" "No; your bedroom." "Please, Simeon Stylites, yer ain't thanked me yet for bringin' Connie along." For answer Stylites put his hand into his pocket, produced half-a-crown, and tossed it to Agnes. "Get into your room, and be quick about it," he said. "May I take Connie along, please, sir?" "Leave the girl alone. Go!" Agnes went. "Come and sit in this warm chair by the fire, dear," said Stylites. Connie did so. The smile round her lips kept coming and going, going and coming. She was touched; she was soothed; she had not a scrap of fear; this great, strong, kind man would certainly save her. He was so different from dreadful Mammy Warren. "Freckles," said the chief, "wash the breakfast things; put them in order; take them all into the pantry. When you have done, go out by the back door, being careful to put on the old man's disguise to-day. Fasten the wig firmly on, and put a patch over your eye. Here's five shillings; get food for the day, and be here by twelve o'clock sharp. Now go." "Yus, sir." Freckles had an exceedingly cheerful ma
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