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'But you had better provide yourself with another situation, young man. Mr Boffin's shadow passed upon the blinds of three large windows as he trotted down the room, and passed again as he went back. 'Yoop! cried Wegg. 'You're there, are you? Where's the bottle? You would give your bottle for my box, Dustman! Having now composed his mind for slumber, he turned homeward.
The circumstance of having another listener to the wonders unfolded by Wegg, or, as it were, another calculator to cast up the guineas found in teapots, chimneys, racks and mangers, and other such banks of deposit, seemed greatly to heighten Mr Boffin's enjoyment; while Silas Wegg, for his part, though of a jealous temperament which might under ordinary circumstances have resented the anatomist's getting into favour, was so very anxious to keep his eye on that gentleman lest, being too much left to himself, he should be tempted to play any tricks with the precious document in his keeping that he never lost an opportunity of commending him to Mr Boffin's notice as a third party whose company was much to be desired.
Feigning to be intent on her embroidery, she sat plying her needle until her busy hand was stopped by Mrs Boffin's hand being lightly laid upon it. Yielding to the touch, she felt her hand carried to the good soul's lips, and felt a tear fall on it. 'Oh, my loved husband! said Mrs Boffin. 'This is hard to see and hear.
Much impressed by this family circumstance, and also by the friendly disposition of Mr Wegg, as exemplified in his so soon dropping into poetry, Mr Boffin again shook hands with that ligneous sharper, and besought him to name his hour. Mr Wegg named eight. 'Where I live, said Mr Boffin, 'is called The Bower. Boffin's Bower is the name Mrs Boffin christened it when we come into it as a property.
There was a quantity of stable-manure and old straw, and a heap, as large as a two-story cottage, of old hoops stript from casks and packing-cases. I never understood, until I looked into this yard, how there could have been so much value in the dust-mounds at Boffin's Bower. Gradually the streets became narrower, wetter, dirtier, and poorer.
For, Silas Wegg felt it to be quite out of the question that he could lay his head upon his pillow in peace, without first hovering over Mr Boffin's house in the superior character of its Evil Genius. As he hovered on the opposite side of the street, exulting, the carriage drove up. 'There'll shortly be an end of YOU, said Wegg, threatening it with the hat-box. 'YOUR varnish is fading.
Goldsmith's estimate, so much. Total, so very much. Then came correspondence. Acceptance of Mr Boffin's offer of such a date, and to such an effect. Rejection of Mr Boffin's proposal of such a date and to such an effect. Concerning Mr Boffin's scheme of such another date to such another effect. All compact and methodical.
'I have been telling Miss Wilfer, said John Rokesmith, as the majestic lady came stalking up, 'that I have become, by a curious chance, Mr Boffin's Secretary or man of business.
From that night Silas Wegg came to read at Boffin's Bower or Harmony Jail, as the house was formerly called and he soon learnt that his employer was no other than the inheritor of old Harmon's property, and that he was known as the Golden Dustman. It was not long after Silas Wegg's appointment that Mr.
'My love, returned Mrs Lammle, 'your prudence amazes me where DID you study life so well! you are right. In such a case as yours, the object is a fitting establishment. You could not descend to an inadequate one from Mr Boffin's house, and even if your beauty alone could not command it, it is to be assumed that Mr and Mrs Boffin will 'Oh! they have already, Bella interposed. 'No!
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