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Updated: June 7, 2025
The day passed more slowly than it seemed possible for any day to pass; always the man in the shop; always the deep eyes of the silent Hindoo upon him. It was a relief when, once, Mr. Chalker looked in and surveyed the shelves with a suspicious air, and asked if the old man had by this time listened to reason.
But it did me good, it really did, to hear all about the gentle blood. Come, Joe. Let us go away quietly." She took her husband's arm. Joe was standing sullen and desperate. Mr. Chalker was right. It wanted very little more to make him fall upon the whole party, and go off with a fight. "Young woman," said Lala Roy, "you had better not go outside the house with the man.
There is a youthful athlete in Holy Orders who thrashes, to our immense admiration, the village bully, bewildering his victim and his admirers with his mastery of what is described a little vaguely as the 'old Oxford science. Once, at least, a glamour of romance has been shed over the son of a tailor, and it becomes imaginable that even the chalker of unfinished coats may in the future be posed as heroic.
Chalker began to recite, without commas "have assigned to me David Chalker aforesaid his executors administrators and assigns all and singular the several chattels and things specifically described in the schedule hereto annexed by way of security for the payment of the sum of three hundred and fifty pounds and interest thereon at the rate of eight per cent. per annum." "Thank you, Mr. Chalker.
Otherwise the shop, and furniture, and all, will be sold off in seven days." "Oh," James gasped, listening with bewilderment, "we can't be going to be sold up! Emblem's to be sold up!" "Three hundred and fifty pounds!" said Mr. Emblem. "My friend, let us rather speak of thousands. This is a truly happy day for all of us. Sit down, Mr. Chalker my dear friend, sit down. Rejoice with us.
Chalker, confident that better terms than those would be offered. "If that is all you have to say, you may go away again." "But the rest is usury. Think! To give fifty, and ask three hundred and fifty, is the part of an usurer." "Call it what you please. The bill of sale is for three hundred and fifty pounds.
The young wife who is beautiful, and the old wife who has the lodging-house. Very good. What is the address of this woman?" Mr. Chalker looked puzzled. "Don't you know it, then? What are you driving at?" "What is the name and address of this Shadwell woman?" "Well, then" he wrote an address and handed it over "you may be as close as you like. I don't care. It isn't my business.
Then, if you can tell me anything about him which may be of use to me I will do this. I will pay you double the valuation of Mr. Emblem's shop, in return, for a receipt in full. If you can not, you may proceed to sell everything by auction." Mr. Chalker hesitated. A valuation would certainly give a higher figure than a forced sale, and then that valuation doubled! "Well," he said, "I don't know.
"You know that he forged his grandfather's name; that he is a profligate and a spendthrift, and that he has taken or borrowed from his grandfather whatever money he could get, and that in short, he is a friend of your own?" It was not until after his visitor had gone that Mr. Chalker understood, and began to resent this last observation. "Go on," he said. "I know all about Joe." "Good.
The husband was exchanging a little graceful badinage with the barmaid when she joined him, and perhaps this made her look a little cross. "She's jealous, too," said Mr. Chalker, observant; "all the better." Yet a face which, on the whole, was prepossessing and good natured, and betokened a disposition to make the best of the world. "How long has she been married?" Mr.
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