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Updated: June 25, 2025
'As we gang awa' fra' Lunnun tomorrow neeght, and as I dinnot know that I was e'er so happy in a' my days, Misther Nickleby, Ding! but I WILL tak' anoother glass to our next merry meeting! So said John Browdie, rubbing his hands with great joyousness, and looking round him with a ruddy shining face, quite in keeping with the declaration.
This compromise, which was proposed with abundance of tears and sighs, not exactly meeting the point at issue, nobody took any notice of it; and poor Mrs Nickleby accordingly proceeded to enlighten Mrs Browdie upon the advantages of such a scheme, and the unhappy results flowing, on all occasions, from her not being attended to when she proffered her advice.
'You were speaking about Miss Squeers, said Nicholas, with the view of stopping some slight connubialities which had begun to pass between Mr and Mrs Browdie, and which rendered the position of a third party in some degree embarrassing, as occasioning him to feel rather in the way than otherwise. 'Oh yes, rejoined Mrs Browdie. 'John ha' done.
Each Reading is descriptive, it is true, of his sayings and doings at the Yorkshire school. But, even externally, one of the two copies is marked "Short Time," the love-passages with Miss Squeers bemg entirely struck out, and no mention whatever being made of John Browdie, the corn-factor. The wretched school, the sordid rascal who keeps it, Mrs.
'Ecod, if thot's on'y a Poast Office, I'd loike to see where the Lord Mayor o' Lunnun lives. So saying, John Browdie for he it was opened the coach-door, and tapping Mrs Browdie, late Miss Price, on the cheek as he looked in, burst into a boisterous fit of laughter. 'Weel! said John. 'Dang my bootuns if she bean't asleep agean!
'On wi' 'em, said John, forcing the wrong arm into the wrong sleeve, and winding the tails of the coat round the fugitive's neck. 'Noo, foller me, and when thee get'st ootside door, turn to the right, and they wean't see thee pass. 'But but he'll hear me shut the door, replied Smike, trembling from head to foot. 'Then dean't shut it at all, retorted John Browdie.
'Weel, said John with a grin that even the collar could not conceal. 'I beg your pardon, interposed Miss Squeers, hastening to do the honours. 'Mr Nickleby Mr John Browdie. 'Servant, sir, said John, who was something over six feet high, with a face and body rather above the due proportion than below it. 'Yours to command, sir, replied Nicholas, making fearful ravages on the bread and butter.
If there could only have been somebody by, to see how the bedclothes shook, and to see the Yorkshireman's great red face and round head appear above the sheets, every now and then, like some jovial monster coming to the surface to breathe, and once more dive down convulsed with the laughter which came bursting forth afresh that somebody would have been scarcely less amused than John Browdie himself.
Mrs Nickleby confirming her daughter with the best possible grace for there was patronage in that too, and a kind of implication that she had a discerning taste in such matters, and was something of a critic John Browdie proceeded to consider the words of some north-country ditty, and to take his wife's recollection respecting the same.
"Yes, stranger; haulin' late, from Eskaqua a needcessity." "What's yer cargo?" asked Browdie, seeming only ordinarily inquisitive. A sepulchral cadence was in the driver's voice, and the disguised raiders noted that the three other men on the wagon had preserved, throughout, a solemn silence. "What we-uns mus' all be one day, stranger a corpus."
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