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His delivery of the card appeared to act on him like the flourish of a trumpet before great men. "Van Diemen Smith," he proclaimed himself for the assistance of Ned Crummins in his task; the latter's look of sad concern on receiving the card seeming to declare an unscholarly conscience. An anxious feminine voice was heard close beside Mr. Van Diemen Smith. "Oh, papa, has there been an accident?
Tinman's townsmen that there was laughing- stuff for a year or so in the scene witnessed by Crummins, if they postponed a bit their right to the laugh and took it in doses, Annette induced her father to signal to Crickledon his readiness to go and see the lodgings. No sooner had he done it than he said, "What on earth made us wait all this time here? I'm hungry, my dear; I want supper."
In the doorway stood a bearded gentleman, who announced himself with the startling exclamation, "Here's a pretty pickle!" and bustled to make way for a man well known to them as Ned Crummins, the upholsterer's man, on whose back hung an article of furniture, the condition of which, with a condensed brevity of humour worthy of literary admiration, he displayed by mutely turning himself about as he entered.
Tinman's practicing before the glass preparatory to his going to the palace in London." "He gave me a shillin'," said Crummins. Crickledon comprehended him immediately. "We sha'n't speak about it, Ned." What did you see? was thus cautiously suggested. The shilling was on Crummins' tongue to check his betrayal of the secret scene.
You'll know where to find me in the morning; and mind, I shall expect Phippun and Company to give me a very good account of their reason for moving a big looking-glass on a night like this. There, be off." The crown-piece in his hand effected a genial change in Crummins' disposition to communicate. Crickledon spoke to him about the glass; two or three of the others present jogged him.
"If you'll step round to my master along o' me, sir," said Crummins, "perhaps he'll explain." Crummins was requested to state who his master was, and he replied, "Phippun and Company;" but Mr. Smith positively refused to go with him. "But here," said he, "is a crown for you, for you're a civil fellow.
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.
"What right has he got to go to Court?" Mr. Van Diemen Smith inquired, like the foreigner he had become through exile. "Mr. Tinman's bailiff of the town," said Crickledon. "And what was his objection to that glass I smashed?" "He's rather an irritable gentleman," Crickledon murmured, and turned to Crummins. Crummins growled: "He said it was misty, and gave him a twist."
"What did Mr. Tinman want by having the glass moved so late in the day, Ned? Your master wasn't nervous about his property, was he?" "Not he," said Crummins, and began to suck down his upper lip and agitate his eyelids and stand uneasily, glimmering signs of the setting in of the tide of narration. He caught the eye of Mr. Smith, then looked abashed at Miss. Crickledon saw his dilemma.
Tinman's practicing before the glass preparatory to his going to the palace in London." "He gave me a shillin'," said Crummins. Crickledon comprehended him immediately. "We sha'n't speak about it, Ned." What did you see? was thus cautiously suggested. The shilling was on Crummins' tongue to check his betrayal of the secret scene.
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