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But Mr Wegg's descent was not accomplished without some personal inconvenience, for his self-willed leg sticking into the ashes about half way down, and time pressing, Mr Venus took the liberty of hauling him from his tether by the collar: which occasioned him to make the rest of the journey on his back, with his head enveloped in the skirts of his coat, and his wooden leg coming last, like a drag.
Thus, although a room of modest situation for its windows gave on Silas Wegg's old corner and of no pretensions to velvet, satin, or gilding, it had got itself established in a domestic position analogous to that of an easy dressing-gown or pair of slippers; and whenever the family wanted to enjoy a particularly pleasant fireside evening, they enjoyed it, as an institution that must be, in Mr Boffin's room.
"I can only excuse your insults on the grounds of ignorance, or the fact that you have been misinformed. Here is the newspaper report of the Almaquo fire, which I showed my friends the night of Captain Wegg's sudden death." He took a clipping from a drawer of the desk and handed it to Uncle John, who read it carefully.
The Wars of the Jews, likewise languishing under Mr Wegg's generalship, Mr Boffin arrived in another cab with Plutarch: whose Lives he found in the sequel extremely entertaining, though he hoped Plutarch might not expect him to believe them all.
It being necessary to take soundings every minute, and to feel the way with the greatest caution, Mr Wegg's attention was fully employed. Advantage was taken of this dilemma by Mr Venus, to pass a scrap of paper into Mr Boffin's hand, and lay his finger on his own lip.
Wegg said he would get the stock from the cupboard and hand it to me; but we both forgot it at that time. After his death I could not find it, for it was in the secret drawer." "Another thing, sir," said Uncle John. "If neither Wegg nor Thompson was then interested in the Almaquo property, why did the news of its destruction by fire shock them so greatly that the result was Captain Wegg's death?"
Wegg's stock, and assuredly it was the hardest little stall of all the sterile little stalls in London. "Morning, morning!" said the old fellow. "Good-morning to you, sir!" said Mr. Wegg. The old fellow paused, and then startled Mr. Wegg with the question, "How did you get your wooden leg?" "In an accident." "Do you like it?" "Well, I haven't got to keep it warm," Mr. Wegg answered desperately.
At the time of Captain Wegg's death and poor grandfather's terrible affliction, Old Hucks kept right on smiling, the same as ever; and perhaps his pleasant face helped to cheer us all." Louise drew a long breath. "Then the smile is a mask," she said, "and is assumed to conceal the man's real feelings." "I do not think so," Ethel answered, thoughtfully.
From that night Silas Wegg came to read at Boffin's Bower or Harmony Jail, as the house was formerly called and he soon learnt that his employer was no other than the inheritor of old Harmon's property, and that he was known as the Golden Dustman. It was not long after Silas Wegg's appointment that Mr.
They refrained from making remarks upon the incident until they were alone, when the secret council of three decided to make Joe Wegg's acquaintance as soon as possible, to discover what light the young man might be able to throw upon the great mystery.
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