I'll make a charge against you for thryin' to break
into my house; maybe you want to stale something."
Pietro was getting disgusted. Mrs. McGuire proved more
unmanageable than he anticipated. It was tantalizing to think
that Phil was so near him, and yet out of his reach. He
anathematized Phil's protector in his heart, and I am afraid it
would have gone hard with her if he could have had his wishes
fulfilled. He was not troubled to think what next to say, for
Bridget suddenly terminated the interview by shutting down the
window with the remark: "Go away from here! I don't want you
lookin' in at my windy."
Pietro did not, however, go away immediately. He moved a little
further to the rear, having a suspicion that Phil might escape
from the door at the back. While he was watching here, he
suddenly heard the front door open, and shut with a loud sound.
He ran to the front, thinking that Phil might be taking flight
from the street door, but it was only a ruse of Mrs. McGuire, who
rather enjoyed tantalizing Pietro. He looked carefully up and
down the street, but, seeing nothing of Phil, he concluded he
must still be inside. He therefore resumed his watch, but in
some perplexity as to where he ought to stand, in order to watch
both front and rear.
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