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I courted my wife from the footboard of the cart. I did indeed. She was a Suffolk young woman, and it was in Ipswich market-place right opposite the corn-chandler's shop. I had noticed her up at a window last Saturday that was, appreciating highly. I had took to her, and I had said to myself, "If not already disposed of, I'll have that lot."
He alighted at a corn-chandler's shop, and, standing behind a basket of flour, called out at the top of his voice, 'Ho! ho! Sir Chandler, bring me flour! And when the corn-chandler looked round the shop, and out of the window, and down the street, without seeing anybody, the one-span mannikin, with his beard trailing on the ground, cried again louder than before, 'Ho! ho!
Grimes, and all with an expression of the most profound unconsciousness and abstraction, which, upon the indignant Corn-chandler's loud expostulations, immediately changed to a look of innocent surprise. "Can't you look where you're going? you clumsy fool!" fumed the irate Grimes, redder of neck than ever. "Ax your pardon, Mr.
"Going at one hundred and six! going! going! "Fifty up!" said Bellew. His pipe was well alight at last, and he was nodding to the Auctioneer through a fragrant cloud. "What!" cried Grimes, "'ow much?" "Gent in the corner gives me one hundred and fifty six pounds," said the Auctioneer, with a jovial eye upon the Corn-chandler's lowering visage, "one five six, all done? any advance?
And he was going to be married to a corn-chandler's daughter; and when he gave her a workbox he had himself made for her, a rat jumped out of it; and when he put his arm round her waist, a rat clung about her; so the marriage was broken off, though the banns were already twice put up which the parish clerk well remembers, for, as he handed the book to the clergyman for the second time of asking, a large fat rat ran over the leaf.
There are some of them would not be worth a five-and-twenty-pound note when you got them there!" "Well, now I'll tell you what I propose. You shall send over four or five to be summered at Doneraile. There is grass enough there, and though I can't pay my debts, my credit is good at the corn-chandler's." Black Tom, as he heard this, sat still looking blacker than ever.
All this was a sinister warning of something invisible and malign, which brooded over our affairs, knew us too well, though omitting the heart of us, and it was mocking us now by defiling in an inhuman rage its own caricature of our appearance. But there, lying in the road, was that corn-chandler's ledger. It was the first understandable thing I had seen that day.
Tracing of fruit to its own home source, or to a foreign country. Home-grown fruit. The fruit farm, garden, orchard, and wood. The packing and sending of fruit. Railway lines. Covent Garden; the docks; fruit stalls; jam factories. B. A grocer's or corn-chandler's shop. Flour and oatmeal traced to their sources. The farm. A wheat and grain farm at different seasons. A dairy farm and a sheep farm.
I don't know that I ever read a book with more interest than that corn-chandler's ledger; though at one time, when it was merely a commonplace record of the common life which circulated there, testifying to its industry and the response of earth, it would have been no matter to me. Not for such successes are our flags displayed and our bells set pealing.
Mechanically Damaris gathered the scattered house-keeping books lying before her upon the table baker's, butcher's, grocer's, corn-chandler's, coal-merchant's into a tight little heap; and, folding her hands on the top of them, prayed simply, almost wordlessly, for courage to hold the balance even, to seek not her own good but the good of those two others, to do right. Then she waited.
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