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'I assure you, Mrs Skewton, said Mr Dombey, with solemn encouragement of his Manager, 'that Carker has a very good taste for pictures; quite a natural power of appreciating them. He is a very creditable artist himself. He will be delighted, I am sure, with Mrs Granger's taste and skill. 'Damme, Sir! cried Major Bagstock, 'my opinion is, that you're the admirable Carker, and can do anything.
Nor can I forget, Major, on such an occasion as the present, how much I am indebted to it. 'Dombey, says the Major, with appropriate action, 'that is the hand of Joseph Bagstock: of plain old Joey B., Sir, if you like that better!
'Not a large party, pursued Mr Dombey, with an indifferent assumption of not having heard her; 'merely some twelve or fourteen. My sister, Major Bagstock, and some others whom you know but slightly. I do not dine at home, she repeated.
I've come around to show Mrs. Bagstock where she's sized us up wrong, and if I could have five minutes' talk with her " "Well, you can't, that's all," says the young lady. "So speed up and tell it to me." Course, I wasn't doin' that. We holds quite a debate on the subject without my scorin' any points at all. She tells me how she's a niece by marriage of Mrs.
No, Mr Dombey, let us understand each other. That is not the Bagstock vein, Sir. You don't know Joseph B. He is a blunt old blade is Josh. No flattery in him, Sir. Nothing like it. Mr Dombey inclined his head, and said he believed him to be in earnest, and that his high opinion was gratifying.
Bagstock, and the unregrettin' widow of the late Dick McCloud, who up to a year ago was the only survivin' relative of his dear aunt. "And he wasn't much good at that, if I do say it," announces Tessie, snappin' her black eyes. "I don't deny he had me buffaloed for a while there, throwin' the bull about his rich aunt that was goin' to leave him a fortune. Huh!
It is quite impossible to conceive Dickens keeping up this elaborate connection between all his characters and all his books, especially across the ages. It would give us a kind of shock if we learnt from Dickens that Major Bagstock was the nephew of Mr. Chester. Still less can we imagine Dickens carrying on an almost systematic family chronicle as was in some sense done by Trollope.
'It is not for an old soldier of the Bagstock breed, observed the Major, relapsing into a mild state, 'to deliver himself up, a prey to his own emotions; but damme, Sir, cried the Major, in another spasm of ferocity, 'I condole with you!
Bagstock can't be such-a-much. If I had any doubts they was knocked out by the sign hung alongside the front door "Furnished Rooms." I expect it had been quite a decent old house in its day one of these full-width brick affairs, with fancy iron grill-work on either side of the brownstone steps and a fan-light over the door.
Here's the man! Here are the Bagstock bellows, Ma'am! cried the Major, striking himself a sounding blow on the chest. 'My dearest Edith Grangeby it's most trordinry thing, said Cleopatra, pettishly, 'that Major 'Bagstock! J. B.! cried the Major, seeing that she faltered for his name. 'Well, it don't matter, said Cleopatra.
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