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At length the boy, Binjimin, tapped at his master's door, and, depositing his can of shaving-water on his dressing-table, took away his coat and waistcoat, under pretence of brushing them, but in reality to feel if he had left any pence in the pockets. With pleasure Mr. Jorrocks threw aside the bed-clothes, and bounded upon the floor with a bump that shook his own and adjoining houses.
But now, he has insulted Number Five up in the music-room, and in the presence of these these ossifers of the Ninety-third, wot look like hairdressers. Binjimin, we must make him cry 'Capivi!" Stalky's reading did not include Browning or Ruskin. "And, besides," said McTurk, "he's a Philistine, a basket-hanger. He wears a tartan tie.
A single, but very resolute knock at the street door, sounding quite through the house, stopped all further ebullition, and Benjamin, slipping out, held a short conversation with someone in the street, and returned. "What's happened now, Binjimin?" inquired Mr. Jorrocks, with anxiety on his countenance, as the boy re-entered the room; "the 'osses arn't amiss, I 'ope?" "Please, sir, Mr.
The fact is, they are what I've won at warious times of the members of our hunt, and as I've got you great sporting coves dining with me, I'm a-going to set them out on my sideboard, just as racing gents exhibit their gold and silver cups, you know. Binjimin!
Jorrocks's lavender and white coloured silk pocket-handkerchiefs made into an apron. "Binjimin" stood with the door in his hand, as the saying is, with a towel twisted round his thumb, as though he had cut it. "Now, gentlemen," said Mr.
I say, Binjimin! you blackguard," holloaing down the kitchen stairs, "why don't you set out the castors as I told you? and see you brush them well!" "Coming, sir, coming, sir!" replied Benjamin, from below, who at that moment was busily engaged, taking advantage of Betsey's absence, in scooping marmalade out of a pot with his thumb. "There's a good lot of them," said Mr.
A nice hat it is too regular beaver a guinea's worth at least. All true what I've told you, isn't it, Binjimin? "Quite!" replied Benjamin, putting his thumb to his nose, and spreading his fingers like a fan as he slunk behind his master. "But come, gentlemen," resumed Mr. Jorrocks, "let's be after going upstairs. Binjimin, announce the gentlemen as your missis taught you.
He called first for "Batsay," then for "Binjimin," and, game to the last, blurted out, "Lift me up! tie me in my chair! fill my glass!" On the morning after Mr. Jorrocks's "dinner party" I had occasion to go into the city, and took Great Coram Street in my way. My heart misgave me when I recollected Mrs.
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