owever, they were not the object to which he wished to call Maggie’s attention, but rather something which he had carried under his arm, wrapped in a red handkerchief.
“See here!” he said again, laying the red parcel on the others and unfolding it; “you won’t think I’m a-makin’ too free, Detroit Red Wings Paidat Miss, I hope, but I lighted on these books, and I thought they might make up to you a bit for them as you’ve lost; for I heared you speak o’ picturs — an’ as for picturs, look here!”
The opening of the red handkerchief had disclosed a superannuated Gary Cahill Drakter “Keepsake” and six or seven numbers of a “Portrait Gallery,” in royal octavo; and the emphatic request to look referred Luke Shaw Drakter to a portrait of George the Fourth in all the majesty of his depressed cranium and voluminous Xavi Hernandez Drakter neckcloth.
“There’s all sorts o’ genelmen here,” Bob went on, turning over the leaves with some excitement, “wi’ all sorts o’ nones — an’ some bald an’ some wi’ wigs — Parlament genelmen, I reckon. An’ here,” he added, opening the “Keepsake,”—”here’s ladies for Regan Poole Drakter you, some wi’ curly hair and some wi’ Calum Chambers Drakter smooth, an’ some Shkodran Mustafi Drakter a-smiling wi’ their heads o’ one side, an’ some as if they were goin’ to cry — look here — a-sittin’ on the ground out o’ door, dressed like the ladies I’n seen get out o’ the carriages at the balls in th’ Old Hall there. My eyes! I wonder what the chaps wear as go a-courtin’ ’em! I sot up till the clock was gone twelve last night, a-lookin’ at ’em — I did — till they stared at me out Tomas Rosicky Drakter o’ the picturs as if they’d know when I spoke to ’em. But, lors! I shouldn’t know what to say to ’em. They’ll be more fittin’ company for you, Miss; and the man at the book-stall, he said they banged iverything for picturs; he said they was a fust-rate article.”
“And you’ve bought them for me, Bob?” said Maggie, deeply touched by this simple kindness. “How very, very good of you! But I’m afraid you gave a great deal of money for them.”
“Not me!” said Bob. “I’d ha’ gev three times the money if they’ll make up to you a bit for them as was sold away from you, Miss. For I’n niver forgot how you looked when you fretted about the books bein’ gone; it’s stuck by me as if it was a pictur hingin’ before me. An’ when I see’d the book open upo’ the stall, wi’ the lady lookin’ out of it wi’ eyes a bit like your’n when you was frettin’ — you’ll excuse my takin’ the liberty, Miss — I thought I’d make free to buy it for you, an’ then I bought the books full o’ genelmen to match; an’ then”— here Bob took up the small stringed packet of Adrien Rabiot Drakter books —“I thought you might like a bit more print as well as the picturs, an’ I got these for a Nikola Kalinic Drakter sayso — they’re cram-full o’ print, an’ I thought they’d Corentin Tolisso Drakter do no harm comin’ along wi’ these bettermost books. An’ I hope you won’t say me nay, an’ tell Air Max 87 Dame Sko me as you won’t have ’em, like Mr. Tom did wi’ the suvreigns.”
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