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I would merely put it to your own good feeling, you know, said Mr Sampson, in rather lame conclusion. Mrs Wilfer's baleful stare at the young gentleman in acknowledgment of his obliging interference was of such a nature that Miss Lavinia burst into tears, and caught him round the neck for his protection. 'My own unnatural mother, screamed the young lady, 'wants to annihilate George!

'I say, repeated Mrs Wilfer, with a vast access of grandeur, 'that I am NOT going to interpose objections. 'You use the word, ma'am, I have myself used, said Rokesmith, with a glance at Bella, 'when you speak of Miss Wilfer's attractions there. 'Pardon me, returned Mrs Wilfer, with dreadful solemnity, 'but I had not finished. 'Pray excuse me.

Miss Wilfer had remained at home, in consequence of not feeling very well, and had inquired in the evening if Mr Rokesmith were in his room. 'Make my compliments to Miss Wilfer, and say I am here now. Miss Wilfer's compliments came down in return, and, if it were not too much trouble, would Mr Rokesmith be so kind as to come up before he went?

Without it, I could never have gone to that Exchequer Coffee House, or taken Mrs Wilfer's lodgings. 'Some twelve days I lived at that hotel, before the night when I saw the corpse of Radfoot at the Police Station. The inexpressible mental horror that I laboured under, as one of the consequences of the poison, makes the interval seem greatly longer, but I know it cannot have been longer.

It appeared, on their drawing up at the family gate, that to try Wilfer's was a thing more easily projected than done, on account of the extreme difficulty of getting into that establishment; three pulls at the bell producing no external result; though each was attended by audible sounds of scampering and rushing within.

Bella playfully setting herself about the task, Mrs Wilfer's impressive countenance followed her with glaring eyes, presenting a combination of the once popular sign of the Saracen's Head, with a piece of Dutch clock-work, and suggesting to an imaginative mind that from the composition of the salad, her daughter might prudently omit the vinegar. But no word issued from the majestic matron's lips.

Sampson's position at this agreeable entertainment was truly pitiable. For, not only was he exposed defenseless to the harangues of Mrs. Illuminated on the one hand by the stately graces of Mrs. Wilfer's oratory, and shadowed on the other by the cheeks and frowns of the young lady to whom he had devoted himself in his destitution, the sufferings of this young gentleman were distressing to witness.

Boffin was accosted by a strange gentleman, who gave his name as John Rokesmith, and proposed his services as private secretary. Mr. Rokesmith mentioned that he lodged at one Mr. Wilfer's, in Holloway. Mr. Boffin stared. "Father of Miss Bella Wilfer?" "My landlord has a daughter named Bella." "Well, to tell you the truth, I don't know what to say," said Mr.

Wilfer looked after him with a scowl. "He's a clever devil," he said, as he, too, went on his way. Clever, Mr. Vermont most undoubtedly was. His worst enemies would not have denied him that virtue; but in this case his cleverness had over-reached itself. It had so amused him to torment his victim, that he had never questioned Wilfer's statement that the girl, Jessica, was his niece.

Mrs Wilfer's legs, Miss Bella's legs, Mr George Sampson's legs. 'Mr and Mrs Boffin, I think? said Lavinia, in a warning voice. Strained attention on the part of Mrs Wilfer's legs, of Miss Bella's legs, of Mr George Sampson's legs. 'Yes, Miss. 'If you'll step this way down these stairs I'll let Ma know. Excited flight of Mrs Wilfer's legs, of Miss Bella's legs, of Mr George Sampson's legs.