Then he returned to the window with a look of relief.
"That does it," he said.

"The horrible thing is gone again--out of my brain and out of my throat." As he stood there, Jo came up the hill with a bundle in his arms.
Charley watched him for a moment, half whimsically, half curiously.

Yet he sighed once too as Portugais opened the door and came into the room.
"Well done, Jo!" said he.

"You have 'em ?" "Yes, M'sieu'.

A good suit, and I believe they'll fit.