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Amy asked, catching some of Alf's strong interest. "It's all so novel to me." "Certainly. I think you will soon find that you can do pretty much as you please in your new home. You are now among republicans, you know, and we are scarcely conscious of any government."
'He brazens it out, don't he? said the senior clerk. But the feeling of the room after full discussion inclined to the opinion that the rumours had been a political manoeuvre. Nevertheless, Mr Melmotte would not now have been allowed to overdraw at the present moment. Mr Alf's central committee-room was in Great George Street, and there the battle was kept alive all the day.
Pearce came in with a pair of Alf's socks that he 'ad been untidy enough to leave in the middle of the floor instead of chucking 'em under the bed. She was so unpleasant about it that, if it hadn't ha' been for the thought of wot was going to 'appen on Tuesday, Alf couldn't ha' stood it.
The greatness of Mr Alf consisted in this, that he always had a Mr Jones or two ready to do his work for him. It was a great business, this of Mr Alf's, for he had his Jones also for philology, for science, for poetry, for politics, as well as for history, and one special Jones, extraordinarily accurate and very well posted up in his references, entirely devoted to the Elizabethan drama.
He said they were peepers, and that they always made a noise in the spring." "Why, Alf," Webb resumed, in mock gravity, "you should have told Amy that the sounds came from the Hylodes pickeringii." "If that is all that you can tell me," said Amy, laughing, "I prefer Alf's explanation. I have known people to cover up their ignorance by big words before.
She felt very contented; and with her long account of Jenny already uttered, and her tough body already reanimated by the walk, Emmy was at leisure to let her mind wander among sweeter things. There was love, for example, to think about; and when she glanced sideways Alf's shoulder seemed such a little distance from her cheek. And his hand was lightly clasping her wrist.
During all that period of newspaper excitement there was perhaps no article that created so much general interest as that which appeared in the 'Evening Pulpit, with a special question asked at the head of it, 'For Priest or Parson? In this article, which was more than usually delightful as being pungent from the beginning to the end and as being unalloyed with any dry didactic wisdom, Mr Alf's man, who did that business, declared that it was really important that the nation at large and especially the electors of Westminster should know what was the nature of Mr Melmotte's faith.
"He's been doing palmistry reading it. All about ... what's going to happen to me. Wasn't it, Alf!" Emmy disregarded her, watching Alf's too-transparent uneasiness. "You always were a little lying beast," she said, venomously. "A trickster." "You see?" Jenny said, defiantly to Alf. "What my own sister says?" "So you were. With your sailor.... And playing the fool with Alf!" Emmy's voice rose.
"But she might strive to learn in order to be fitted for a better life, believing that it will surely come." "How encouraging you are, Mr. Hawes. After a while you may persuade me that I am really glad that you came." "You have already made me glad," I replied. "Have I? Then mind that I don't make you sorry. Alf's waiting for you."
Again he awoke with a start, and sat upright. "This'll never do," he exclaimed, with a fierce yawn, "something must be wrong. Ho! Benjy!" "Umph!" replied the boy, who, though personally light, was a heavy sleeper. "Rouse up, Ben, Alf's not come back. Where did you leave him?"
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