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They're over at Helmstone now. They've been to London." "Are they likely to be back to-day?" "Certain, I should think. Mr. Tinman has to be in London to-morrow." Crickledon looked. He was not the man to look artful, but there was a lighted corner in his look that revived Fellingham's recollections, and the latter burst out: "The Address? I 'd half forgotten it. That's not over yet?
"You say it so capitally, Crickledon." "And then old Tinman said, 'And a D. to you; and if I lift my finger, it's Big D. on your back." "And what did Mr. Smith say, then?" "He said, like a man shot, my husband says he said, 'My God!" Herbert Fellingham jumped away from the table. "You tell me, Crickledon, your husband actually heard that just those words? the tones?"
Annette expressed the hope to her that she had not lost much property. Mrs. Crickledon said she was glad to let her know she was insured in an Accident Company. "But," said she, "I do grieve for that poor man Tinman, if alive he be, and comes ashore to find his property wrecked by water.
Because, as he maintained, there was a fault in the glass causing an incongruous and absurd reflection; and he was at that moment awaiting the arrival of another chiwal-glass. "Cut along, Ned," said Crickledon. "What the deuce does he want with a chiwal-glass at all?" cried Mr.
"It's little Jane," said Mrs. Crickledon, who had been joined by her husband, and now that she knew him to be no longer in peril, kept her hand on him to restrain him, just for comfort's sake. The boat held under the lee of the house-wreck a minute; then, as if shooting a small rapid, came down on a wave crowned with foam, to hurrahs from the townsmen.
Tinman, and also Mrs. Cavely, were on shore. "It's his furniture, poor man, he sticks to: and nothing gets round the heart so!" resumed Mrs. Crickledon. "There goes his bed-linen!"
Fellingham, though a man, and an Englishman, was nervously wakeful enough to see the connection. "They'll have to consult the young lady first, ma'am." "If it's her father's nod she'll bow to it; now mark me," Mrs. Crickledon said, with emphasis. "She's a young lady who thinks for herself, but she takes her start from her father where it's feeling. And he's gone stone-blind over that Tinman."
But see what quaint creatures we have about us! Tinman practicing in his Court suit before the chiwal-glass! And that good fellow, the carpenter, Crickledon, who has lived with the sea fronting him all his life, and has never been in a boat, and he confesses he has only once gone inland, and has never seen an acorn!" "I wish I could see one of a real English oak," said Annette.
"Smashed!" was the general outcry. "I ran slap into him," said the gentleman. "Who the deuce! no bones broken, that's one thing. The fellow there, look at him: he's like a glass tortoise." "It's a chiwal glass," Crickledon remarked, and laid finger on the star in the centre. "Gentleman ran slap into me," said Crummins, depositing the frame on the floor of the shop.
"My husband says he heard him say, 'My God! just like a poor man shot or stabbed. You may speak to Crickledon, if you speaks to him alone, sir. I say you ought to know. For I've noticed Mr. Smith since that day has never looked to me the same easy-minded happy gentleman he was when we first knew him.
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