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'Dear me! cried Mr. Chillip. 'But no doubt you are a good deal changed since then, sir? 'Probably, said I. 'Well, sir, observed Mr. Chillip, 'I hope you'll excuse me, if I am compelled to ask the favour of your name? On my telling him my name, he was really moved.
Chillip, and I. When we go out to the door, the Bearers and their load are in the garden; and they move before us down the path, and past the elms, and through the gate, and into the churchyard, where I have so often heard the birds sing on a summer morning. We stand around the grave. The day seems different to me from every other day, and the light not of the same colour of a sadder colour.
Chillip, giving his little head another little shake. 'Her mother let down two tucks in her frocks only last week. Such is time, you see, sir! As the little man put his now empty glass to his lips, when he made this reflection, I proposed to him to have it refilled, and I would keep him company with another.
Chillip, with his placidest smile, 'that your father-in-law is again a neighbour of mine? 'No, said I. 'He is indeed, sir! said Mr. Chillip. 'Married a young lady of that part, with a very good little property, poor thing. -And this action of the brain now, sir? Don't you find it fatigue you? said Mr. Chillip, looking at me like an admiring Robin.
This was in part confirmed by his aunt, who saw him at half past twelve o'clock, soon after his release, and affirmed that he was then as red as I was. The mild Mr. Chillip could not possibly bear malice at such a time, if at any time. He sidled into the parlour as soon as he was at liberty, and said to my aunt in his meekest manner: 'Well, ma'am, I am happy to congratulate you.
Samuel Chillip?" he asked, or remarked, again. I bowed in reply. "The author of 'The Poisoned Waterbottle' and other stories?" "Yes." "Tales of crime?" "You may call them so." "What do you know of crime?" The question startled me. In the first place, it was an extraordinary one to ask under the circumstances, and in the next, it was not an easy one to answer.
Chillip was emboldened by that, and the negus together, to give his head several short shakes, and thoughtfully exclaim, 'Ah, dear me! We remember old times, Mr. Copperfield! 'And the brother and sister are pursuing their old course, are they? said I. 'Well, sir, replied Mr. Chillip, 'a medical man, being so much in families, ought to have neither eyes nor ears for anything but his profession.
Barkis was 'as bad as bad could be'; that he was quite unconscious; and that Mr. Chillip had mournfully said in the kitchen, on going away just now, that the College of Physicians, the College of Surgeons, and Apothecaries' Hall, if they were all called in together, couldn't help him. He was past both Colleges, Mr. Chillip said, and the Hall could only poison him.
'What upon? said my aunt, sharply. Mr. Chillip was fluttered again, by the extreme severity of my aunt's manner; so he made her a little bow and gave her a little smile, to mollify her. 'Mercy on the man, what's he doing! cried my aunt, impatiently. 'Can't he speak? 'Be calm, my dear ma'am, said Mr. Chillip, in his softest accents. 'There is no longer any occasion for uneasiness, ma'am.
Chillip, he proceeded, in the calmest and slowest manner, 'quite electrified me, by pointing out that Mr. Murdstone sets up an image of himself, and calls it the Divine Nature. You might have knocked me down on the flat of my back, sir, with the feather of a pen, I assure you, when Mrs. Chillip said so. The ladies are great observers, sir? 'Intuitively, said I, to his extreme delight.
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