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Anthony had fallen against the roots of a banking elm, and surveyed the scene with philosophic abstractedness. Rhoda moved, taking Dahlia's hand. "Stop," cried Sedgett. "Do you people here think me a fool? Eccles, you know me better 'n that. That young woman's my wife. I've come for her, I tell ye."
They're weak, poor sort o' things." The intolerable talk of the ruffian prompted Algernon to cry out, for relief, "A scoundrel like you must be past any good to be got from reading his Bible." Sedgett turned his dull brown eyes on him, the thick and hateful flush of evil blood informing them with detestable malignity. "Come; you be civil, if you're going to be my companion," he said.
I wouldn't go out of my way to kick them not I! It's the half-and-half villains we've got to dispose of. They're the mischief, old lady." Percy, however, asked some questions about Sedgett, and seemed to think his disappearance singular. He had been examining the handwriting of the superscription to the letter. His face was flushed as he tossed it for Robert to open. Mrs.
Algernon conceived a brilliant notion. Drawing five shillings from his pocket, he held them over to Sedgett, and told him to drive down to his chambers, and await his coming. Sedgett took the money; but it was five shillings lost.
"Down with it, you dog!" cried Algernon, crushing his hat as he started up. "It'll come on your nose, if I downs with it, my lord," said Sedgett. "You've what they Londoners calls 'bonneted yourself." He pulled Algernon by the coat-tail into his seat. "Stop!" Algernon shouted to the cabman. "Drive ahead!" roared Sedgett.
"Who knows? Wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck." There was a foreign letter in it from Edward, addressed to him, and another addressed to "Mr. Blancuv," that he tore open and read with disgusted laughter. It was signed "N. Sedgett."
Her indignation was caused by a communication delivered by Dick Curtis, in the parlour underneath, to the effect that Nicodemus Sedgett was not to be heard of in the neighbourhood. Robert laughed at her, and called her Hebrew woman eye-for-eye and tooth-for-tooth woman. "Leave real rascals to the Lord above, mother. He's safe to punish them. They've stepped outside the chances. That's my idea.
Algernon faced about, and swore an oath from his boots upward; so vehement was his disgust, and all-pervading his amazement. "I'll wallop you at that game," said Sedgett. "You infernal scoundrel!" "If you begin swearing," Sedgett warned him. "What do you want with me?" "I'll tell you, sir. I don't want to go to ne'er a cock-fight, nor betting hole."
"I know the man?" said Robert. "I've never set eyes on him I've never set eyes on him, and never liked to ask much about him. I had a sort of feeling. Her sister says he is a good, and kind, honourable young fellow, and he must be." "Before it's too late," Edward muttered hurriedly "you know him his name is Sedgett." Robert hung swaying over him with a big voiceless chest.
Sedgett; and if I knock you over with the flat o' my hand, don't you think so." Sedgett threw up the wizened skin of his forehead, and retreated from the bar. At a safe distance, he called: "Bad news that about Bob Eccles swallowing a blow yesterday!" Mrs.
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