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Bless ye! he wouldn't insure against anything less common than fire; and my house and Crickledon's shop are floating timbers by this time; and Marine Parade and Belle Vue are safe to go. And it'll be a pretty welcome for him, poor man, from his investments." A cry at a tremendous blow of a wave on the doomed house rose from the field.
He's a stranger. I don't believe he's worth a penny. He owns he's what he calls a journalist." These latter remarks were hurriedly exchanged at the threshold of Crickledon's house. "It don't look promising," said Mr. Smith. "I didn't recommend it," said Crickledon. "Why the deuce do you let your lodgings, then?" "People who have come once come again." "Oh!
As to the name VAN DIEMEN SMITH, he knew it not, and so he said to himself while accurately recollecting the identity of the old chum who alone of men would have thought of writing eh, matey? Mr. Van Diemen Smith did not present the card in person. "At Crickledon's," he wrote, apparently expecting the bailiff of the town to rush over to him before knowing who he was. Tinman was far too busy.
He's a stranger. I don't believe he's worth a penny. He owns he's what he calls a journalist." These latter remarks were hurriedly exchanged at the threshold of Crickledon's house. "It don't look promising," said Mr. Smith. "I didn't recommend it," said Crickledon. "Why the deuce do you let your lodgings, then?" "People who have come once come again." "Oh!
"That's more to my taste; but no, I couldn't," Van Diemen moaned in his weakness. "Money has unmanned me. I was n't this kind of man formerly; nor more was Mart Tinman, the traitor! All the world seems changeing for the worse, and England is n't what she used to be." "You let that man spoil it for you, sir." Herbert related Mrs. Crickledon's tale of Mr. Tinman, adding, "He's an utter donkey.
Many would have ornamented it in the repetition, but he was for bare flat truth. "He must be precious proud of having a Court suit," said Mr. Smith, and gazed at his daughter so glassily that she smiled, though she was impatient to proceed to Mrs. Crickledon's lodgings. "Oh! there's where it is?" interjected the carpenter, with a funny frown at a low word from Ned Crummins. "Practicing, is he? Mr.
Tinman, he started for a winter day's walk over the downs as sharpening a business as any young fellow, blunt or keen, may undertake; excellent for men of the pen, whether they be creative, and produce, or slaughtering, and review; good, then, for the silly sheep of letters and the butchers. He sat down to Mrs. Crickledon's table at half-past six.
Bless ye! he wouldn't insure against anything less common than fire; and my house and Crickledon's shop are floating timbers by this time; and Marine Parade and Belle Vue are safe to go. And it'll be a pretty welcome for him, poor man, from his investments." A cry at a tremendous blow of a wave on the doomed house rose from the field.
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