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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.
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!
He nodded to one of the cronies intent on watching his labours: "Not unless they mean to be bait for whiting-pout. Who's that for Tinman, I wonder?" The speculations of Crickledon's friends were lost in the scream of the plane. One cast an eye through the door and observed that the carriage was there still. "Gentleman's got out and walked," said Crickledon.
"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.
He was well-filled; he had no work to do, and he was exuberant in spirits, as Mrs. Crickledon knew her countrymen should and would be under those conditions. And suddenly he drew his hand across a forehead so wrinkled and dark, that Mrs. Crickledon exclaimed, "Heart or stomach?" "Oh, no," said he. "I'm sound enough in both, I hope." That old Tinman's up to one of his games," she observed.
"Nothing I knows of proves the difference between gentlefolks and poor persons as tastes in wine," said Mrs. Crickledon, admiring him as she brought in a dish of cutlets, with Sir Alfred Pooney's favourite sauce Soubise, wherein rightly onion should be delicate as the idea of love in maidens' thoughts, albeit constituting the element of flavour.
The girl was bobbing curtseys to Annette, on her introduction by Mrs. Crickledon. "Martin, you stay at my house; you stay at Elba till you get things comfortable about you, and then you shall have the Crouch for a year, rent free. Eh, Netty?" Annette chimed in: "Anything we can do, anything. Nothing can be too much." Van Diemen was praising little Jane for her devotion to her master.
Crickledon the cook stood for her own opinions, and directed the public conduct of Crickledon the carpenter; and if he went astray from the line she marked out, she put it down to human nature, to which she was tolerant. He, when she had not followed his advice, ascribed it to the nature of women.
Smith, a little thunderingly. "I may n't be known much yet in England; but I'll tell you, you inquire the route to Mr. Van Diemen Smith over there in Australia." "Yes, papa," interrupted his daughter, "only you must consider that it may not be convenient to take us in at this hour so late." "It's not that, miss, begging your pardon," said Crickledon.
In a profound silence you may hear pins; in a hubbub you may hear cannon-balls. But I never believe in eavesdropping gossip." "He was heard to say to Mr. Smith," Crickledon pursued, and she lowered her voice, "he was heard to say, it was when they were quarreling over that chiwal, and they went at one another pretty hard before Mr. Smith beat him and he sold Mr.
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