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"Gentlemen," said he, coughing nervously behind his hand, "hem! I trust I don't intrude. Feel it my obligation to pay my respects, to hem! to welcome you as a neighbor as a neighbor. Arthur Bimby, humbly at your service Arthur Bimby, once a man of parts though now brought low by abstractions, gentlemen, forces not apparent to the human optic, sirs.
So I brought him home with me and tried to comfort him, but I fear " Peterby sprang suddenly to his feet and Mr. Bimby started and turned to glance fearfully towards the door which was quivering beneath the blows of a ponderous fist. Therefore Barnabas rose and crossing the room, drew the latch.
Bimby eyed the teapot, poured him out another cup; and while they drank together, Mr. Bimby chatted, in his pleasant way, of bitter wrong, of shattered faith and ideals, of the hopeless struggle against circumstance, and of the oncoming terror of old age, bringing with it failing strength and all the horrors of a debtor's prison.
Bimby, shivering and raising protesting hands, "I said 'the shorter way. Poor little Miss Pell a lady born, sir she used to curtsy to me on the stairs, she chose 'the shorter way. She also was old, you see, and weary. And to-night I met another who sought to take this 'shorter way' but he was young, and for the young there is always hope.
"Certainly, Corporal," and with a murmured apology to Mr. Bimby, Barnabas followed the Corporal out upon the gloomy landing and closed the door.
Bimby who was "always hungry" and played the flute, he stifled his fierce yearning for dewy wood and copse and the sweet, pure breath of the country, and thought no more of his father's inn that was so very far from the sordid grime and suffering of Giles's Rents, down by the River; and setting the kettle on the fire he sank into a chair and stretching out his long legs, fell into a profound meditation.
"Sir," said Barnabas, his gaze still fixed upon a certain corner of the ceiling, "I should like to go with you, if I may." "You are very good, sir, very kind, I protest you are," quavered Mr. Bimby, "and hem! if I might suggest a little brandy ?" But even as Barnabas reached for the bottle, there came a hurry of footsteps on the stair, a hand fumbled at the door and Mr.
Bimby's compliments, sir, and ax if you could oblige him with the loan of a wine-glass?" "Mr. Bimby?" "Over-'ead, sir garret! You may 'ave 'eard 'im, now and then flute, sir, 'armonious, though doleful." "And he wants a wine-glass, does he?" said Barnabas, and forthwith produced that article from a rickety corner-cupboard and handed it to Mrs.
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