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Why they should have gone to Washington in pursuit of bad hotels, and other miseries, when they could have procured them in so many other parts of the country for a quarter of the money, was something which Mr. Chiffield was never able to explain to his own satisfaction.
Chiffield looked calmly at his rival; and none but a skilled student of physiognomy could have discovered a gleam of triumph in his dull, yellow face. Maltboy was disappointed in the calm demeanor of Miss Whedell; but, strong in his purpose, he walked toward the door, followed by the father.
Chiffield bowed stiffly, smiled mechanically, and cast a sweeping glance at the three men present. This glance, and the looks with which it was met, called up a singular train of associations. Maltboy remembered the new comer as a fellow who had trod on his corns getting into an Amity street stage.
Whedell, turning pale "But then," he added, with an effort to laugh, "Mr. Chiffield is a business man, and was an old bachelor. He knows nothing of women's wants. It must be your mission to teach him what they are." "Pooh!" said the daughter; "I don't believe he has got any money." "Don't talk so, my child. You put me in a cold sweat."
Instead of taking somebody in, you have been taken in yourself." Quigg laughed; and then remembering that a delinquent debtor was before him, assumed his wonted serious aspect. At this allusion, poor Mrs. Chiffield burst into tears again. Mr. Whedell adroitly turned the circumstance to advantage. He pointed to her, and said, "There is my reply."
Chiffield took to drink tenaciously in consequence of his misfortunes, and never saw or sought after his wife from the day when he discovered that she was dowerless; that Mrs.
"Not quite so far, thank you," retorted Chiffield the genial; "but I don't mind walking to the next corner for a smash." Chiffield rose, put on his hat, and stepped toward the door. "Good-by, wifey. I sha'n't be gone long." A growl, bisected by a sob, was the only reply. "By-by, poppy," said Chiffield, with a flippant wave of the hand. Mr.
Their instinct in finding out rich ones is unerring. And furthermore, Mr. Chiffield is a member of a firm twenty years old, who are marked 'A No. 1' on the books of a mercantile agency, that makes it a business to pry into other people's affairs. I paid ten dollars for the information, only a month ago. He must be rich! He must be rich!" Mr.
It is the women who hold back after they are safely engaged." "La, pa! how knowingly you talk!" "I flatter myself I know something of the human species," returned Mr. Whedell. "Ah! another ring. Too faint for a creditor. Mr. Chiffield, perhaps." The conjecture was correct. But with Mr. Chiffield came Matthew Maltboy.
How naturally that phrase comes to my lips. And you are about to take her away. It's a foolish thought, but I hardly know how I shall live without her." Mr. Whedell paused, for effect, and contemplated the vermicular work in the carpet. "A happy thought strikes me," said Chiffield. "You have a house here, already furnished.
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