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“Honorary,” muttered the Assistant Commissioner through his teeth. “Heavens!” Toodles looked so thunderstruck that the Assistant Commissioner smiled faintly. “That’s between ourselves strictly,” he said. “That’s the beastliest thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” declared Toodles feebly, as if astonishment had robbed him of all his buoyant strength in a second.
Mr Toodle, in the midst of this family group, and setting an awful example to his children in the way of appetite, was conveying the two young Toodles on his knees to Birmingham by special engine, and was contemplating the rest over a barrier of bread and butter, when Rob the Grinder, in his sou'wester hat and mourning slops, presented himself, and was received with a general rush of brothers and sisters.
Seriously, there’s no danger whatever for both of you but from overwork.” The sympathetic Toodles welcomed this opening for a chuckle. “The Fisheries won’t kill me. I am used to late hours,” he declared, with ingenuous levity. But, feeling an instant compunction, he began to assume an air of statesman-like moodiness, as one draws on a glove. “His massive intellect will stand any amount of work.
At these desperate words all the young Toodles shrieked; a pathetic effect, which the Grinder improved by ironically adjuring them not to cry for him, for they ought to hate him, they ought, if they was good boys and girls; and this so touched the youngest Toodle but one, who was easily moved, that it touched him not only in his spirit but in his wind too; making him so purple that Mr Toodle in consternation carried him out to the water-butt, and would have put him under the tap, but for his being recovered by the sight of that instrument.
The rising Toodles set up a shrill murmur, expressive of their resolution to profit by the paternal advice. 'But what makes you say this along of Rob, father? asked his wife, anxiously. 'Polly, old ooman, said Mr Toodle, 'I don't know as I said it partickler along o' Rob, I'm sure.
“Got him,” answered the Assistant Commissioner with a concision which did not mean to be repellent in the least. “Good. You’ve no idea how these great men dislike to be disappointed in small things.” After this profound observation the experienced Toodles seemed to reflect. At any rate he said nothing for quite two seconds. Then: “I’m glad.
Blimber's genteel academy at Brighton; and the Toodles family, so humble in station and intellect and so large of heart; and the contrast between Carker the manager and his brother, who for some early dishonest act, long since repented of, remains always Carker the junior; and about Captain Cuttle, and that poor, muddled nautical philosopher, Captain Bunsby, and the Game Chicken, and Mrs.
"She can't be mixed up in it. He's past caring for Sarah, poor old girl." "She isn't past caring for him. She isn't past anything," sobbed Mrs. Ransome. "Don't be a fool, Topsy. There isn't any harm in poor old Toodles. Majendie's a jolly sight safer with Toodles, I can tell you, than he is with that wife of his." "Has she come home, then?" "She came yesterday afternoon.
But most of all, one's sympathies went out to a person who was not to be met in either of these sets; to the girl who had not sold herself, but was struggling for a living in the midst of this ravening corruption. There were thousands of self-respecting women, even on the stage; Toodles herself had been among them, she told Montague.
"You've seen Toodles," said Oliver, to his brother "She's in 'The Kaliph of Kamskatka.". "They're going on the road next week," said Rosalie. "And then I'll be all alone." She added, in a pleading voice: "Do, Ollie, be a good boy and take us out to-night. Think how long it's been since I've seen you! Why, I've been so good I don't know myself in the looking-glass. Please, Ollie!"
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