Sparrows: the story of an unprotected girl eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 616 pages of information about Sparrows.

Sparrows: the story of an unprotected girl eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 616 pages of information about Sparrows.

While she was pleading, she was conscious that the man was looking in his sideways fashion at her figure.  He approached her.  Mavis suddenly felt an instinct of repugnance for the man.  She said all she could think of, but Mr Orgles remained silent; she anxiously scanned his face in the hope of getting some encouragement from its expression, but she might as well have stared at a brick wall for all the enlightenment she got.  Then followed a few moments’ pause, during which her eyes were riveted on Mr Orgles’s nostrils:  these were prominent, large, dilating; they fascinated her.  As he still remained silent, she presently found courage to ask: 

“Will you take me?”

He turned his face so that one of his eyes could look into hers, fiercely as she thought.  He shook his head.  Mavis uttered a little cry; she rose to go.

“Don’t go,” said a voice beside her.

Mr Orgles was standing quite near.

“Do you badly want a place?”

“Very badly.”

“H’m!”

His big nostrils were dilating more than ever; he turned his head so that one of his eyes again looked into hers.

“Something might be got you,” continued the man.

“It all depends on influence.”

Mavis looked up quickly.

“I was wondering if you’d like me to do my best for you?”

“Oh, of course I would.”

“Excuse me,” said Mr Orgles, as he took what seemed to be a tiny piece of fluff from the skirt of her coat.  “You must have got it coming upstairs.”

“Do you think you would speak for me?” Mavis found words to ask.

Mr Orgles’s eyes again rested on Mavis, as he said: 

“It depends on you.”

“On me?”

“You say you have never been out in the world before?”

“Not really in the world.”

“I am sorry.”

“Sorry!” echoed Mavis.

“Because you haven’t lived; you don’t know what life can be—­is,” cried Mr Orgles, who now waved his arms and moved jerkily about the girl.

She looked at him in astonishment.

“Excuse me; a further bit of fluff,” said Mr Orgles.

This time he placed his hand upon the breast of her coat and seemed in no hurry to remove it.

Mavis flushed and moved away; at any other time she would have hotly resented his conduct, but today she was desperately anxious to get employment, Mr Orgles took courage from her half-heartedness.

“Let me show you,” he cried.

“Show me what?” she asked, perplexed.

“How to live:  how to enjoy life:  how to be happy.  The rest is easy:  you will be employed here; you will rise to great things; and it will all be owing to me.”

Mavis looked at the excited, gesticulating old man in surprise; she wondered if he were right in his senses.  Suddenly, his gyrations ceased; he glanced at the door and then moved his head in order to dart a horrid glance at the girl.  He then approached her with arms outstretched.

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