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She has a sister there." This was at five o'clock or so. Of what happened during the next four hours, Will had never a very distinct recollection. Beyond doubt, he called at the shop, and spoke with Allchin; beyond doubt, also, he went to his lodgings and packed a travelling bag.
Gilpin said to me yesterday 'What's come to Mr. Jollyman? she says. 'He hasn't a civil word for me! she says. Of course, I made out as you'd been suffering from a bad 'eadache, and I shouldn't wonder if that's the truth, sir." Warburton set his teeth and said nothing. "You wouldn't like to take just a little 'oliday, sir?" returned Allchin. "This next week, I could manage well enough.
The third was a Mrs. Allchin, aged fifteen, a married woman of two months' date; her hair was cut across her forehead, she wore large eardrops, and over her jacket hung a necklace with a silver locket. Mrs. Allchin, called by her intimates 'Loo, had the air of importance which became her position.
Next morning, he did not go to the shop; it would have been impossible to stand at the counter for ten minutes, he sent a note to Allchin, saying that he was detained by private affairs, then set off for a day-long walk in the country, to kill time until the coming of Rosamund's reply. On his return in the afternoon, he found it awaiting him. An hour later he was in Oakley Crescent.
Raging thus, Warburton became aware that Mrs. Hopper spoke to him. She had just laid breakfast, and, as usual when she wished to begin a conversation, had drawn back to the door, where she paused. "That Boxon, the grocer, has had a bad accident, sir." "Boxon? grocer?" "In the Fulham Road, sir; him as Allchin was with." "Ah!" Heedless of her master's gloomy abstraction, Mrs. Hopper continued.
"Oh, that's for him to think about," replied Allchin. "Wouldn't he starve us, if he could, sir?" And Warburton, brooding on this matter, stood appalled at the ferocity of the struggle amid which he lived, in which he had his part. Gone was all his old enjoyment of the streets of London.
Allchin, in the sitting-room behind the shop; so eager was he to get on his apron, and return to profitable labour. At first, he had endured a good deal of physical fatigue. Standing for so many hours a day wearied him much more than walking would have done, and with bodily exhaustion came at times a lowness of spirits such as he had never felt.
"I was very sorry to hear it, Allchin." "Thank you, sir. You've always something kind to say. And I'm that vexed, because I was getting on well with paying my debts. But Mr. Boxon, sir, he's many a time made me that mad that I've gone out into the back yard and kicked the wall till my toes were sore, just to ease my feelings, like.
"Allchin thinks the goodwill can be had for about a 'undred, sir; and the rent, it's only eighty pounds " "Shop and house?" "Yes, sir; so Allchin says. It isn't much of a 'ouse, of course." "What profits could be made, do you suppose, by an energetic man?" "When Boxon began, sir," replied Mrs. Hopper, with growing animation, "he used to make so Allchin says a good five or six 'undred a year.
Never had she seemed so embarrassed in making a purchase. Her eyes fell, and she half turned away. Mr. Jollyman appeared to hesitate, he also glancing towards Allchin; but the young lady quickly recovered herself, and, taking up a packet of something exhibited on the counter, asked its price. The awkwardness was at an end; Bertha made her purchases, paid for them, and then left the shop as usual.
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