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Chiffield, upon whose equable face it fell harmless. Overtop bowed coldly to everybody, as if he were disappointed in the human species; and Quigg gave a parting grin at the room in general, and at nobody or nothing in particular, "We're all right, Top," whispered Maltboy, as they descended the steps to the sidewalk.
That gentleman replied, a little more quickly than was his wont: "A few small, weak houses may go down, perhaps, but the strong ones will weather the storm easy enough. If our establishment could live through 1847, it is in no danger now." "And such was the good fortune of Upjack, Chiffield & Co., I well remember," said Mr. Whedell. Mr.
He did not deny that he was the counsel and confidential adviser of Mr. Whedell, but rushed up stairs, just in time to receive the falling form of Mrs. Chiffield in his arms. Matthew felt that he had no moral right to clasp that burden of loveliness; but he took it tenderly in his arms, and followed Mr. Whedell into the room which father and daughter had just left.
These are rated in a lump at seventy-five thousand dollars, which is a low estimate. So much for the real estate. Suppose Chiffield to own a one-fourth interest only, and there you have the item of seventy-five thousand dollars more. Grand total, one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. A nearer figure would probably be two hundred thousand dollars; but I will not build castles in the air for you.
I bought these pictures because they show the hotels and other places where I have had such delicious dances." Chiffield execrated dancing, because he had large feet, and legs slightly bowed. He moved in the cotillon or waltz with a certain elephantine ponderousness and sagacity. Therefore she tantalized him with these reminiscences. "You see the Clifton House, there, on the Canada side?
They relieved the other two at midnight, and then we danced till daybreak. Oh! such a glorious time. "It was a great shame, indeed!" said Chiffield. "Isn't this view of Suspension Bridge natural?" she asked "Amazing!" said Chiffield; and he ventured to add that he considered that bridge to be a great triumph of human genius. "I dare say it is. But I didn't think of that.
"I'll let you know, sir, that I am young enough to kick a swindler like you into the street." "Pray compose yourself, sir," returned the bland Chiffield. "Your surprise and excitement are natural, and therefore pardonable. But my affairs are, after all, not quite as bad as they might be. I have a sure prospective fortune, if not a present one." "What do you mean, sir?" asked Mr.
"Regard it in the light of a family investment," suggested the soothing Chiffield. "You diabolical scoundrel!" yelled Mr. Whedell, in a partial asphyxia of rage; "if I had a million dollars to-day, I wouldn't give you a cent. You should starve first. But I want to tell you and hang me if it isn't a pleasure, too that I am a beggar, sir a beggar, sir a beggar, sir!
Chiffield, and being told that he was a partner in a large drygoods house, would instantly think, "That drygoods house will stand in the midst of fires, earthquakes, and financial revulsions." With that fine instinct peculiar to lovers, Matthew Maltboy immediately recognized in Mr. Chiffield a rival and a dangerous one. Having seen much of society, Maltboy was well aware that Mr.
Quigg felt that he was losing ground on these side issues. "Well, Whedell, we must have a settlement to day. You owe me one hundred and fifty dollars. Turn over all your furniture to me, and we'll call it square." Mrs. Chiffield doubled her sobs anew. But Mr. Whedell said, "Very good. Take everything, I shall want nothing where I am going."
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