Tales of the Five Towns

got lost in it, and submitted good-humouredly to the frequent ordeal of the penny squirt as administered by adorable creatures in bright

e old galleries, in which you leaned against a brass bar and shot up a kind of a drain. This gallery was a large and brilliant room, with the front-wall taken out. It was hung with mirrors and cretonnes, it was richly carpeted, and, of course, it was lighted by electricity. Carved and

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is. Ellis answered her smile, and strolled up to the booth with a countenan

r, she shouted prettily, having to compete

t expressly in order to see her; but he would not have admitted, even to himself, that he had come expressly in order to see her;

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ll out of the basket and let it rol

her small hands, black from contact with the guns. 'That one I wore las

up to the top of the jet. He removed it with the certa

have seen me before I too

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eld. The effect was startling. It startled Ellis. He had not for an instant expected that she would consent. Never, dog though he was, had he armed a girl out on an

nglishman to the most surprising deeds of courage. Ellis said 'Good!' with apparent enthusiasm, and arranged to be waiting for

e appointment. However, she was so jolly and frank. And what a