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It's so sort of draughty down town in your horrid offices, pa, sez she sez ma, you know that I'm awful 'fraid you'll catch your death, sez she, and I must mind ma, you know. Good-mornin', Mr. Newt, a werry good-mornin', Sir," said the old gentleman, as he stepped out. "Do you have much of that sort of thing to undergo in business, father?" asked Abel, when Jacob Van Boozenberg had gone.
Bennet, to show him how he despised it, and to impress him with the great truth that he, Jacob Van Boozenberg, a self-made man, who had no time to speak correctly, nor to be comely or clean, was yet a millionaire before whom Wall Street trembled while he, Gerald Bennet, with all his education, and polish, and care, and scrupulous neatness and politeness, was a poverty-stricken, shiftless vagabond; and what good had grammar done him?
Werry well, sez I, ma, go." Messrs. Newt & Son smiled deferentially, and hoped Mrs. Van B. would enjoy herself. "No, I ain't no fear of that," replied the millionaire. "Mr. Van Boozenberg," said Boniface Newt, half-hesitatingly, "you were very kind to undertake that little favor I I " "Oh! yes, I come in to say I done that as you wanted. It's all right." "And, Mr.
"Yes; but really," replied the Honorable Budlong Dinks, "really you know it would be impossible. Mr. Van Boozenberg is a highly respectable man really we should lapse into chaos," and the honorable gentleman rubbed his hands with perfect suavity. "When did we emerge?" asked Lawrence Newt, with such a kindly glimmer in his eyes, that Mr.
To get learnin'! sez I. I'll get him learnin', sez I, down to the store, Werry well, sez ma. Werry well, sez I, and so 'twas; and I think I done a good thing by him." Mr. Van Boozenberg talked at much greater length of his general intercourse with ma. Mr. Boniface Newt regarded him more and more contemptuously.
And old Van Boozenberg does in life, thought she. Of course he does. But he is an illiterate, vulgar, hard old brute. Mr. Newt is of another kind. She had herself read his name as director of at least seven different associations for doing good to men and women. But Mrs. Dinks still delayed her departure. She knew that there was no reason for her staying, but she staid. She loved her son dearly.
Beggars mustn't be choosers, said he, feebly, in his sad heart, and he thankfully took the broken victuals Jacob Van Boozenberg threw him. But he advised Gabriel, as we saw, to try Lawrence Newt. Mrs. Newt agreed with Mr. Van Boozenberg that it was very warm. "I heerd about you to Saratogy last summer, Mrs. Newt; but you ain't been to see ma since you come home. 'Ma, sez I, 'why don't Mrs.
Van Boozenberg that he should like to negotiate a little piece of paper which was not altogether worthless, he believed. Smiling as he spoke, he handed a note for twenty-five thousand dollars, with his uncle's indorsement, to the President. The old gentleman looked at it carefully, smiled knowingly, "Yes, yes, I see. Sly dog, that Uncle Lawrence. I allers sez so.
It isn't flopdoddle, Sir, but it's solid food." "Tonguey," thought old Jacob Van Boozenberg, "but vastly improved. Has come to terms with Uncle Lawrence. Sensible fellow!" "I think he takes it," said Abel to himself, with the feeling of an angler, as he watched the other. Just before they parted Abel took out his pocket-book and told Mr.
"I tell you what they can do, father," said he. His father looked at him inquiringly. "They can take Mr. and Mrs. Tom Witchet to board." Mr. Newt remembered every thing he had said of Mr. Van Boozenberg. But of late, his hair was growing very gray, his brow very wrinkled, his expression very anxious and weary.
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