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Had he been called upon to suffer in any way for the 'cause of the people, it would speedily have been demonstrated of what metal his enthusiasm was made. But there came a different kind of test. In the winter which followed upon Mutimer's downfall, Nicholas Dabbs fell ill and died. He was married but had no children, and his wife had been separated from him for several years.
It's a question we can't talk or think too much about, and Comrade Mutimer has thought about it as much and more than any of us, I think I may say. I don't know, the chairman added, with a sly look across the room, 'whether our friend's got any new views on this subject of late. I shouldn't wonder if he had. Here sounded a roar of laughter, led off by Daniel Dabbs.
'I think I'll tell you. He says he doesn't intend to come here again. You've made him feel uncomfortable. The girl laughed. 'I can't help how he feels, can I? At all events, Mr. Dabbs isn't a gentleman, is he, now? 'He's an honest man, and that's saying a good deal, let me tell you. I rather thought you liked him. 'Liked him? Oh, in a way, of course. But things are different. 'How different?
When she thought of Alice coming with the proposal that she and her sister should still occupy the house in Wilton Square, and still receive money, the heat of shame and anger never failed to rise to her cheeks. She could never accept from anyone again a penny which she had not earned. She believed that Daniel Dabbs had been repaid, otherwise she could not have rested a moment.
She had very red cheeks and very bright eyes, and her mood was quarrelsome. She sat down on the bed and began to talk of Daniel Dabbs, as she had often done already, in a maundering way. Emma kept silence; she was beginning to undress. 'There's a man with money, said Kate, her voice getting louder; 'money, I tell you, and you've only to say a word. And you won't even be civil to him.
Yes, that went for much; he knew shame at the thought, perhaps keener shame than in anticipating the judgment, say, of Daniel Dabbs. No one of his acquaintances thought of him so highly as Emma did; to see himself dethroned, the object of her contempt, was a bitter pill to swallow.
'Better do so, assented Daniel, without much attention to the matter. 'What is it you want to talk about, Dan? Mr. Dabbs had a few minutes ago performed the customary evening cleansing of his hands and face, but it had seemed unnecessary to brush his hair, which consequently stood upright upon his forehead, a wiry rampart, just as it had been thrust by the vigorously-applied towel.
Dey thought dey were pertected by de Chisolm crowd. "De nex' Frid'y night Walter walked right into dat bar-room ag'in. Mr. Dabbs say, "What you doin' here, Nigger?" Walter say, "You 'member what you done to me tonight one week?" An' he say, "Well, what's to it?" Den Walter say, "Well, I come to settle wid you." Mr.
It was not the fault of Daniel Dabbs if members of the Hoxton and Islington branch of the Union read the paragraph without understanding to whom it referred. Daniel was among the first to hear of what had befallen the Mutimer family, and from the circle of his fellow-workmen the news spread quickly.
A few staunch friends Richard had, who made it their business stoutly to contradict the calumnies which came within their hearing, Daniel Dabbs the first of them. But even Daniel found himself before long preferring silence to speech on the subject of Emma Vine. He grew uncomfortable about it, and did not know what to think. The first of Richard's visitors at the Manor were Mr. and Mrs. Westlake.
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