Beeton has been
prigging
little things out of the rooms
here and there.
here and there.
Kipling - Poems
"Do you remember where I used to keep my bank-book? " said he. "Torp took
it to be balanced just before he went away. Look and see. "
"It was generally under the tobacco-jar. Ah! "
"Well? "
"Oh! Four thousand two hundred and ten pounds nine shillings and a
penny! Oh my! "
"You can have the penny. That's not bad for one year's work. Is that and
a hundred and twenty pounds a year good enough? "
The idleness and the pretty clothes were almost within her reach now,
but she must, by being housewifely, show that she deserved them.
"Yes; but you'd have to move, and if we took an inventory, I think we'd
find that Mr.
Beeton has been prigging little things out of the rooms
here and there. They don't look as full as they used. "
"Never mind, we'll let him have them. The only thing I'm particularly
anxious to take away is that picture I used you for--when you used to
swear at me. We'll pull out of this place, Bess, and get away as far as
ever we can. "
"Oh yes," she said uneasily.
"I don't know where I can go to get away from myself, but I'll try,
and you shall have all the pretty frocks that you care for. You'll like
that. Give me that kiss now, Bess. Ye gods! it's good to put one's arm
round a woman's waist again. "
Then came the fulfilment of the prophecy within the brain. If his arm
were thus round Maisie's waist and a kiss had just been given and
taken between them,--why then. . . He pressed the girl more closely to
himself because the pain whipped him.