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The four-wheeler with the boxes on it was actually there, but mamma was the only lady with whom she had ever been in a conveyance of the kind always of old spoken of by Moddle as a private carriage.
He often informed Mrs Todgers that the sun had set upon him; that the billows had rolled over him; that the car of Juggernaut had crushed him, and also that the deadly Upas tree of Java had blighted him. His name was Moddle.
'It's of no use your going on, then, said Cherry, 'for we have not long left there; and I know she is not at home. But I'll take you to my sister's house, if you please. Augustus Mr Moddle, I mean and myself, are on our way to tea there, now. You needn't think of HIM, she added, nodding her head as she observed some hesitation on Tom's part. 'He is not at home. 'Are you sure? asked Tom.
And Augustus Moddle, our own Moddle, whom a great French critic most justly and accurately brooded over. "Augustus, the gloomy maniac," says Taine, "makes us shudder." A good medical diagnosis. Long live the logical French intellect! Truly, Humour talks in his own language, nay, his own dialect, whereas Passion and Pity speak the universal tongue.
'Oh, really! cried Miss Pecksniff, glancing about her, as if for some convenient means of sinking into the earth. 'Upon my word, I there never was such a to think that one should be so very Mr Augustus Moddle, Miss Pinch! Miss Pecksniff was quite gracious to Miss Pinch in this triumphant introduction; exceedingly gracious. She was more than gracious; she was kind and cordial.
'Oh, I am quite sure of that. I don't want any MORE revenge, said Miss Pecksniff, expressively. 'But, really, I must beg you two gentlemen to walk on, and allow me to follow with Miss Pinch. My dear, I never was so taken by surprise! In furtherance of this bashful arrangement, Moddle gave his arm to Tom; and Miss Pecksniff linked her own in Ruth's.
Augustus, my child, where are you? With these words Miss Pecksniff screamed her way out of the parlour, calling on Augustus Moddle to appear; and left Tom Pinch alone with her sister.
Miss Pecksniff controverting this opinion as sinful, Moddle was goaded on to ask whether she could be contented with a blighted heart; and it appearing on further examination that she could be, plighted his dismal troth, which was accepted and returned. He bore his good fortune with the utmost moderation.
It seemed to have to do with something else that Moddle often said: "You feel the strain that's where it is; and you'll feel it still worse, you know." Thus from the first Maisie not only felt it, but knew she felt it. A part of it was the consequence of her father's telling her he felt it too, and telling Moddle, in her presence, that she must make a point of driving that home.
You give Mr Moddle a little encouragement, Miss Pecksniff, if you wish him to speak; and he'll speak fast enough, depend upon it. 'I am sure I don't know what encouragement he would have, Mrs Todgers, returned Charity. 'He walks with me, and plays cards with me, and he comes and sits alone with me. 'Quite right, said Mrs Todgers. 'That's indispensable, my dear.
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