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"Now," said Julia, as they began their little festival, "I am going to show you Morris's letter; read it aloud, please; perhaps there's something I have missed." Gideon took the letter, and spreading it out on his knee, read as follows: "DEAR JULIA, I write you from Browndean, where we are stopping over for a few days.
Repairing as well as they were able the disorder of their clothes, Finsbury brothers returned to Browndean by a circuitous route in quest of luncheon and a suitable cottage.
"He's not been very well lately," replied Morris; "he's staying at Browndean; John is nursing him; and I am alone, as you see." Michael smiled to himself. "I want to see him on particular business," he said. "You can't expect to see my uncle when you won't let me see your father," returned Morris. "Fiddlestick," said Michael.
But here, in real life, I might walk the streets till I dropped dead, and none of the criminal classes would look near me. Though, to be sure, there is always Pitman," he added thoughtfully. Anxiety the Third: The Cottage at Browndean; or, The Underpaid Accomplice. For he had an accomplice, and that accomplice was blooming unseen in a damp cottage in Hampshire with empty pockets.
Another party I fell in with said you could generally always get bread; and the thing to do was to break a plateglass window and get into gaol; seemed rather a brilliant scheme. Pass the beef. 'Why didn't you stay at Browndean? Morris ventured to enquire. 'Skittles! said John. 'On what? The Pink Un and a measly religious paper? I had to leave Browndean; I had to, I tell you.
"There!" resumed the feaster, "give us a glass of the fizz to start with. Gravy soup! And I thought I didn't like gravy soup! Do you know how I got here?" he asked, with another explosion of wrath. "No, Johnny; how could I?" said the obsequious Morris. "I walked on my ten toes!" cried John; "tramped the whole way from Browndean; and begged! I would like to see you beg.
Moss he would be left with twelvepence-halfpenny in the world. What was even worse, he had now been forced to bring his uncle up to Bloomsbury. "No use for poor Johnny in Hampshire now," he reflected. "And how the farce is to be kept up completely passes me. At Browndean it was just possible; in Bloomsbury it seems beyond human ingenuity though I suppose it's what Michael does.
Not many hundred yards beyond Browndean, however, a sudden jarring of brakes set everybody's teeth on edge, and there was a brutal stoppage. Morris Finsbury was aware of a confused uproar of voices, and sprang to the window.
Only thing: here's a valuable uncle disappeared. Now, what I want to know: where's valuable uncle?" "I have told you: he is at Browndean," answered Morris, furtively wiping his brow, for these repeated hints began to tell upon him cruelly. "Very easy say Brown Browndee no' so easy after all!" cried Michael. "Easy say; anything's easy say, when you can say it.
'He's not been very well lately, replied Morris; 'he's staying at Browndean; John is nursing him; and I am alone, as you see. Michael smiled to himself. 'I want to see him on particular business, he said. 'You can't expect to see my uncle when you won't let me see your father, returned Morris. 'Fiddlestick, said Michael.
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