The Welsh rose is as safe with me as with you. Good-morning!"
and so saying, he walked off in the direction of Abingdon road, while
Neil rather unwillingly bought his ticket and went through the narrow
way and down the stairs to wait for the incoming train.
CHAPTER VIII.
JACK AND BESSIE.
Mrs. Buncher had made an effort to brighten up her dingy parlor since
her new lodgers took possession of it. She had washed the windows and
put up clean muslin curtains, and a white towel on the small table,
which was further ornamented by a bowl of lovely roses, which filled the
room with perfume and seemed to harmonize so perfectly with the fair
young girl sitting near the table and darning what would soon have been
a hole in the elbow of her father's coat. She had discovered it that
morning, and as soon as Neil left her sat down to her task, with her
pretty white apron partially covering her linen dress and greatly
improving her appearance. Bessie always wore aprons in the morning at
home, though Neil had more than once objected to it, as he said such
things belonged to housemaids and not to ladies.
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