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Other occupants of this pulpit might have he feared had allowed worldly considerations to influence and silence them. A nasty cut this, at the poor vicar-canon, increasingly a prey to distracted fidgets, sitting helpless in the chancel. But of such pusillanimity, such time-serving, he Reginald Sawyer scorned to be guilty. The higher placed the sinner, the more heinous the sin.
Bob Sawyer, looking round the table. Mr. Pickwick slightly shuddered. 'By the bye, Bob, said Mr. Allen, 'have you finished that leg yet? 'Nearly, replied Sawyer, helping himself to half a fowl as he spoke. 'It's a very muscular one for a child's. 'Is it? inquired Mr. Allen carelessly. 'Very, said Bob Sawyer, with his mouth full. 'I've put my name down for an arm at our place, said Mr.
"Where have you been?" asked Mr. Strout. "Hain't been nowhere. Jes' came from the Pettingill house. Young Master Sawyer wants some brown sugar to make some candy. Give me five pounds." "So it's Master Sawyer, is it?" said Strout as he weighed the saccharine substance. "I thought it was Mister before a man was a Master." "I ain't a talkin' about men he's only a boy, and a mighty smart boy too."
Pickwick's time, they had not been very long erected. This Goswell Street tenancy shows clearly that the neighbourhood was a desirable one for residents of position. Mr. Pickwick was a City man, and his club met in Huggin Lane, in the City. He generally put up, or, as Bob Sawyer had it, "hung out," at the "George and Vulture," also in the City.
These stories were narrated to me in the negro dialect with such perfect naturalness and racial gusto that I often secretly wondered if the narrator were not Uncle Remus himself in disguise. I was thus cunningly prepared, "coached" shall I say, for the maturer charms of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.
At the head of the naval administration was placed Thomas Herbert, Earl of Pembroke, a high born and high bred man, who had ranked among the Tories, who had voted for a Regency, and who had married the daughter of Sawyer.
Had soda biscuits, coffee, fish hash and doughnuts. Wiped the dishes, fed the hens and made my bed before school. Had a good arithmetic lesson, but went down two in spelling. At half past four played hide and coop in the Sawyer pasture. Fed hens and went to bed at eight."
On inquiring at Number 13 we found that the house belonged to a respectable paperhanger, named Keswick, and that no one of the name either of Sawyer or Dennis had ever been heard of there." "You don't mean to say," I cried, in amazement, "that that tottering, feeble old woman was able to get out of the cab while it was in motion, without either you or the driver seeing her?"
"What did you call that young man," asked the stranger, his voice trembling, perceptibly. "I called him by his name Quincy." "Quincy what? Pardon me, but I have a reason for asking." "His name is no secret," said Tom, as he twisted the handkerchief tightly above the wound. "I can't understand your interest in him, but his name is Quincy Adams Sawyer." "Thank Heaven," exclaimed the man.
Tom Sawyer stepped forward with conceited confidence and soared into the unquenchable and indestructible "Give me liberty or give me death" speech, with fine fury and frantic gesticulation, and broke down in the middle of it. A ghastly stage-fright seized him, his legs quaked under him and he was like to choke.
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