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Updated: June 24, 2025
All the deities advance Downward from their heavenly seats; Themis' self 'tis leads the dance, And, with staff of justice, metes Unto every one his rights, Landmarks, too, 'tis hers to fix; And in witness she invites All the hidden powers of Styx. And the forge-god, too, is there, The inventive son of Zeus; Fashioner of vessels fair Skilled in clay and brass's use.
It was the day next after Mr Brass's confession, and consequently, that which threatened the restriction of Mr Quilp's liberty, and the abrupt communication to him of some very unpleasant and unwelcome facts.
Just over the way, repeats Mr Brass's gentleman, with a glance at the court. 'Alone, sir? 'I beg your pardon, says Mr Swiveller, who has not caught the question 'Alone, sir? repeats Mr Brass's gentleman in a voice of thunder, 'did you dine alone? Did you treat anybody, sir? Come! 'Oh yes, to be sure yes, I did, says Mr Swiveller with a smile.
Each day, going up and down, to and from the stranger's room, he had to pass through the office of one Sampson Brass, attorney; who, through the agency of Quilp, who was Sampson Brass's best client, was prejudiced against Kit, and pledged to the little dwarf to do him all the injury that he could, for venomous little Quilp had never forgiven the boy who had been connected with his ruined client, and had called him "the ugliest dwarf to be seen for a penny"; and he desired vengeance at any cost.
You were waiting about here, yesterday, in expectation that this trial was coming on. You dined over the way. You treated somebody. Now, was that somebody brother to the prisoner at the bar? Mr Swiveller is proceeding to explain 'Yes or No, sir, cries Mr Brass's gentleman 'But will you allow me 'Yes or No, sir' 'Yes it was, but 'Yes it was, cries the gentleman, taking him up short.
While he was collecting a few necessaries and cramming them into his pockets, he never once ceased communing with himself in a low voice, or unclenched his teeth, which he had ground together on finishing Miss Brass's note. 'Oh Sampson! he muttered, 'good worthy creature if I could but hug you!
Straightway, the stage would be set up in front of Mr Brass's house; the single gentleman would establish himself at the first floor window; and the entertainment would proceed, with all its exciting accompaniments of fife and drum and shout, to the excessive consternation of all sober votaries of business in that silent thoroughfare.
"Yes," said my wife; "a great stand-up party bears just the same relation towards the offer of real hospitality and good will as Miss Sally Brass's offer of meat to the little hungry Marchioness, when, with a bit uplifted on the end of a fork, she addressed her, 'Will you have this piece of meat? No?
"Yes," said my wife; "a great stand-up party bears just the same relation towards the offer of real hospitality and good-will as Miss Sally Brass's offer of meat to the little hungry Marchioness, when, with a bit uplifted on the end of a fork, she addressed her, 'Will you have this piece of meat? No?
Yes, I live at Brass's more shame for me, I suppose? 'That's a mere matter of opinion, said the Notary, shrugging his shoulders. 'He is looked upon as rather a doubtful character. 'Doubtful? echoed the other. 'I am glad to hear there's any doubt about it. I supposed that had been thoroughly settled, long ago. But will you let me speak a word or two with you in private?
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