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But, does Edith feel still, as on the night when she knew that Mr Dombey would return to offer his alliance, that Carker knows her thoroughly, and reads her right, and that she is more degraded by his knowledge of her, than by aught else?
Mr Carker bowed his head, and rising from the table, and standing thoughtfully before the fire, with his hand to his smooth chin, looked down at Mr Dombey with the evil slyness of some monkish carving, half human and half brute; or like a leering face on an old water-spout.
Having done so, he begged to be allowed to hold them, and to hand them to her as they were required; and thus Mr Carker, with many commendations of Mrs Granger's extraordinary skill especially in trees remained close at her side, looking over the drawing as she made it.
He took one last look in search of the Mexican. "I had to defend myself," he thought. "I'm sorry I was concerned in it, but I think Jose Murillo will trouble Juanita no more." She was waiting in a trembling anxiety as he reappeared. He picked up his coat and put it on. "Deed you find heem?" "Not a trace," answered Carker. "He must have sunk like a stone.
Practice was soon over, and Merry called his team in. Again the Rovers trotted onto the field. Greg Carker broke open a box and tossed out a snow-white ball. Bender caught the ball with one hand and promptly proceeded to soil it by rubbing it on the grass outside the pitcher's box. "Play ball!" called Carker clearly.
'Gay has brilliant prospects, observed Mr Carker, stretching his mouth wider yet: 'all the world before him. 'All the world and his wife too, as the saying is, returned the delighted Captain. 'I'd bet a gill of old Jamaica, said the Captain, eyeing him attentively, 'that I know what you're a smiling at. Mr Carker took his cue, and smiled the more.
The Grinder also, in due time reappeared, keeping his eyes upon his master without a moment's respite, and passing the time in a reverie of worshipful tenor. Breakfast concluded, Mr Dombey's horse was ordered out again, and Mr Carker mounting his own, they rode off for the City together. Mr Carker was in capital spirits, and talked much.
He then went on to tell her where Mr Dombey was lying, and to request that a carriage might be placed at his disposal to bring him home. 'Mama, faltered Florence in tears, 'if I might venture to go! Mr Carker, having his eyes on Edith when he heard these words, gave her a secret look and slightly shook his head.
'You will explain to him in good time about the usual outfit and so forth, Carker, of course. He needn't wait, Carker. 'You needn't wait, Gay, observed Mr Carker: bare to the gums. 'Unless, said Mr Dombey, stopping in his reading without looking off the letter, and seeming to listen. 'Unless he has anything to say.
Esther is always good, Fagin is always bad, Bumble is always pompous, and Scrooge is always Scrooge. At no Dickens' party do you ever mistake Cheeryble for Carker; yet in real life Carker is Carker one day and Cheeryble the next yes, Carker in the morning and Cheeryble after dinner.
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