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What you do for me, you do for absolutely nothing nothing nothing! Don't you understand?" His voice rang out with an almost rasping harshness, and Mr. Bunce tapped his own forehead gently, but significantly. "We worry ourselves," he observed, placidly "We imagine what does not exist. We think that Bunce is sending in his bill. We should wait till the bill comes, should we not, Miss Deane?"
I want no changes, at least no changes that shall make you worse off than you now are, as long as you and I live together." "God bless you, Mr Harding," said Bunce; and "God bless you, Mr Harding, God bless you, sir: we know you was always our friend," was exclaimed by enough of the men to make it appear that the sentiment was general.
Here he performs afternoon service every Sunday, and administers the Sacrament once in every three months. His audience is not large; and, had they been so, he could not have accommodated them: but enough come to fill his six pews, and on the front seat of those devoted to the poor is always to be seen our old friend Mr Bunce, decently arrayed in his bedesman's gown.
But he began at the right end, and let things go as they may he can't get a fall." Mr. Bunce and Mrs. Low, though they differed much in politics, sympathised in reference to Phineas. "I never believes, ma'am, in nobody doing any good by getting a place," said Mr. Bunce. "Of course I don't mean judges and them like, which must be.
I had a short talk with him a month ago, and he told me then that his children were well. But he is so reticent that I have feared to try further, to get his confidence. 'Why, Bunce is the aggressive atheist, isn't he? said Mr. Newthorpe. Mrs. Ormonde smiled and nodded. 'I fear he is a man of misfortunes, she said.
She was thinking over all these things a week before Christmas. It was Sunday afternoon, and, for a wonder, she was sitting alone in her room. Mr. Bunce was at home, or she would have had little Nelly to keep her company. Still, she said to herself that she was not sorry to have a minute or two to put certain things straight in her mind. What a mind it was, Totty Nancarrow's!
He was very miserable, and nothing would comfort him but sympathy. Was there any one who would listen to his abuse of himself, and would then answer him with kindly apologies for his own weakness? Mrs. Bunce would do it if she knew how, but sympathy from Mrs. Bunce would hardly avail.
Violet Effingham, little as she knew of politics, would never have asked a question so imprudent. But the question was turned off, and Phineas, with an easy grace, submitted himself to be petted, and congratulated, and purred over, and almost caressed by the three ladies, Their good-natured enthusiasm was at any rate better than the satire of Bunce, or the wisdom of Mrs. Low.
"You're right. There, Chub, there's a knife for you. You're a good little fellow, as well as you knows how to be." Chub grinned, took the knife, opened both blades, and nodding his head, made off without a word. "The etarnal little heathen! Never to say so much as thank ye." "Nebber mind, Misser Bunce; dat's de 'spectable t'ing wha' you do.
It is surprising to think how fearlessly uncompromising was the conduct of Bunce under this new condition of affairs. But the pedler, in his own release from custody, was not forgetful of his less-fortunate companion.
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