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Linde Forklift Series 372 L14l14apl16l16ap ST Service Manuals
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“Hullo! Didn’t know you’d come back. Got it?” said the
footman.
“Never.”
“Keys.”
“I am, guv’nor. You and I’s got together and we’ve got
to stick together and make our fortunes. There’s horses and
carriages and plate chests and cellars o’ wine for them as
likes to be enterprising, and we’re enterprising now.”
Going Shares.
“He’s big, and he’s not bad-looking, but he’s very weak
and young, and there’s a want of manly tone about him. I
can’t see why they should make so much fuss over the
fellow.”
“Yes, that’s it, my lad. You and me’s doing very nicely
just now; don’t spoil a good thing. See what I mean?”
“Yes, I see what you mean, old chap,” said Arthur, who
had suddenly become sobered.
“It means a big stroke, Orthur. I’ve got the tip, and if
you and me’s got the pluck to do it we’re made men.”
“Don’t they, my lad? Isn’t all this place run that way?
Why shouldn’t we do it as well as them? They ain’t so
precious clever after all.”
“Not as I see,” said the younger man, contemptuously.
“Nothing at all.”
“’Orses.”
“And before we’d made our pile, old man. There, you
want a glass of wine to pull you together. You mustn’t go
and see our dear old relative looking like that.”
“I held the door too fast for her, and a miss is as good
as a mile, eh, guv’nor? I say, old man, don’t you think we
might wet it?”
The butler smiled blandly.
“Well, we’ll help ’em drink it, old man. It’s fine. Sets a
fellow thinking. Now, look here. We’re not going to stand
still, eh?”
“Not a bit of it, dear boy. We’ll make our hay while the
sun shines.”
“Ah, yes,” said the butler, filling another glass of the
port; “and some people shoot a long time before folks get
hit, eh, Orthur?”
“Marion!” he whispered.
She looked him fully in the eyes now with a calm air of
wonderment, and for the moment he was in doubt.
But the next moment his heart said no, and his pulses
increased their beat. No accidental resemblance could have
produced that effect upon him. He knew that there was
something which he could not explain—a strange vitality or
occult force which bound him to her, and, though his eyes
might have erred, his nature could have made no such
blunder, and he was eager to continue the attack now the
opportunity was there.
“My good sir,” she said firmly and gently; “indeed you
are taking me for someone else.”