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The advent of the explosion? No: only the advent of Betteredge. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Jennings," said Betteredge, in his most elaborately confidential manner. "Mr. Franklin wishes to know where you are. Being under your orders to deceive him, in respect to the presence of my young lady in the house, I have said I don't know. That you will please to observe, was a lie.
"It shall not be put off when we are so near it. You cannot go to town till tomorrow, Brandon, that is all." "I wish it could be so easily settled. But it is not in my power to delay my journey for one day!" "If you would but let us know what your business is," said Mrs. Jennings, "we might see whether it could be put off or not."
"So, my fine young fellow, you are a footman, eh, at Hurstley?" "Yes, sir, an' it please you or rather, an' it please my master." "You remember what happened on the night of the late Mrs. Quarles's decease?" "Oh, many things happened; Mr. Jennings was lost, he wasn't to be found, he was hid somewhere, nobody saw him till next morning."
Jennings, and all the Westminster heroes, by my worthy friend Henry Clifford. They all received me very cordially, and I was invited to a public meeting at the Crown and Anchor, that was held about that time, I forget upon what occasion, Mr. Jennings in the chair, myself having a seat appropriated for me by the Committee next to him, on his left hand, Clifford being seated at his right.
"I can tell Jennings that you are Bathsheba Saul!" She turned quite pale. "I? My name is Maraquito Gredos." "It is nothing of the sort. My uncle Lord Caranby came here and recognized you from your likeness to the woman Emilia he was once engaged to. He can state that in court." "Where is his proof?" "Proof will be forthcoming when necessary." "Not to prove that I am Bathsheba Saul.
Jennings took a book from a pile upon a table, opened it, and set it on a music-stand. Evidently Miss Bristow was forgotten indeed, had passed out of his mind at half-past ten exactly, not to enter it again until she should appear at ten on Monday morning. He said to Mildred: "Now, we'll see what you can do. Begin." "I'm a little nervous," said Mildred with a shy laugh.
In short, he was ready always to consider fairly questions relating to the well-being of society which since his time have deeply agitated the country; and he approached them all much in the spirit of the reformer who hopes to leave the world a little better and happier because he has lived in it. "Mr. Madison, I think," says Paul Jennings, "was one of the best men that ever lived."
Jennings laughed and said: "All right, uncle. I'll send another man up there this afternoon." The old man seemed to take a morbid delight in the hard and dirty places, and his endurance was marvelous. He could stand all day at the tail of a stacker, tirelessly pushing the straw away with an indifferent air, as if it were all mere play.
These familiarities making little Jennings forget the part she was acting, after having pushed him away with all the violence she was able, she told him with indignation that it was very insolent to dare "Ha! ha!" said he, "here's a rarity indeed! a young w , who, the better to sell her goods, sets up for virtue, and pretends innocence!"
The fair Jennings was very near getting a place in this collection; but the adventure that prevented her from it, did not, however, conceal from the public her intention of paying a visit to the German doctor.
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