. Christmas cheer [electronic resource]: in three courses, more than ordinary ones, and where every guest will get his dessert, and a taste of those choice spirits, "that cheer but not inebriate," . self on one of the luxuriouschairs in the apartment. Not there, cried William; I have providedthat scat for your special accommodation. Andhere he pointed to a kitchen chair which he hadhad brought up to the room, on some pretence orother, the night before. It was his object to keepthe man he was employing under subjection asmuch as possible. Gibbs sat down with a downcast look, shadedby a little m
. Christmas cheer [electronic resource]: in three courses, more than ordinary ones, and where every guest will get his dessert, and a taste of those choice spirits, "that cheer but not inebriate," . self on one of the luxuriouschairs in the apartment. Not there, cried William; I have providedthat scat for your special accommodation. Andhere he pointed to a kitchen chair which he hadhad brought up to the room, on some pretence orother, the night before. It was his object to keepthe man he was employing under subjection asmuch as possible. Gibbs sat down with a downcast look, shadedby a little malignity. Well, Gibbs, and you watched Miss Helenyesterday. Proceed with your report, Gibbs ; butdont be verbose! She went to her mothers, sir, after she lefthere ; her father aint come back. She did nt goout any more; but I catches the maid as she was HEARTS ARE TRUMPS. 35 coming out of the door after Miss went in. Apretty chit, and likes me, Mr. William! Itsastonishing what an impression you can make onthem gals, if you say they re pretty, and talkabout getting married. Giving them ribbons isnothing to it, sir! Well, I gets her into conver-sation, and finds that Miss Helen has had a letter. that morning. Post-mark begins with a P—butthe bell rang afore the gal had time to read I talks to Marv (thats her name) on the diplo-matic dodge, and arter a little while I kisses her— 36 HEARTS ARE TRUMPS. and were all hooman, sir ! continued Mr. Gibbs,with the air of a saint who had just been temptedin his cell; so I catches her round the waist,and pressing her agin me, I feds something sharptouch my breast; it wornt a pin, sir, I knew thatat once—but it was the corner of a letter,—andto cut it short, sir, here it is! And conscious pride gleamed in (iibbs eyesas he pulled out a note; and after pressing hismisshapen snout against it he exclaimed, Lord,how nice it smells! and handed it to William,who read at once the following superscription, ina pretty little delicate hand
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