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"I don't suppose that it can be proved, but there is every reason to believe that it's true." And again "I believe the man to have been as vile a scoundrel as ever was made by the love of money." Even to Mr. Crumpy he could not be reticent. "She is an object of pity," he said. "Her husband was ruined by the infamous speculations of Mr. Lopez." Then he betook himself to bed.
Don't worry yourself now, but go to bed." She looked wistfully, so sadly, up into his face, and then did as he bade her. But Mr. Wharton could not go to bed without further trouble. It was incumbent on him to write full particulars that very night both to Mr. Walker and to Mr. Crumpy.
"My clerk will be in London, at No. 12, Stone Buildings, Lincoln's Inn, till I come back. Do you think you can find the place? I have written it there." "Yes, sir, I can find it," said Mrs. Parker, just raising herself from her chair at every word she spoke. "I have written his name, you see. Mr. Crumpy." "Yes, sir." "If you will permit me, I will give you two sovereigns now." "Thank you, sir."
Generally he found Winsome busy with her household affairs, sometimes with her sleeves buckled above her elbows, rolling the tough dough for the crumpy farles of the oat-cake, and scattering handfuls of dry meal over it with deft fingers to bring the mass to its proper consistency for rolling out upon the bake-board.
Dere's a big wiver comin' now Crumpy smelt a big wiver." Buddy's mother stared across the arid plain parched into greater barrenness by the heat that had been unremitting for the past week. Buddy's faith in the big river she could not share. Somehow they had drifted off the trail marked on the map drawn by George Williams.
"Crumpy will pay her two pounds a week till we know more about it." Emily pressed her father's hand and that was an end. No one ever did know any more about it, and Crumpy continued to pay the money. At Wharton When Mr. Wharton and his daughter reached Wharton Hall there were at any rate no Fletchers there as yet.
Sexty Parker, from week to week, and from month to month, and at last from year to year, she and her children, and probably her husband also, were supported by the weekly pension of two sovereigns which she always received on Thursday morning from the hands of Mr. Crumpy himself. In a little time the one excitement of her life was the weekly journey to Mr.
Crumpy, whom she came to regard as a man appointed by Providence to supply her with 40s. on Thursday morning. As to poor Sexty Parker, it is to be feared that he never again became a prosperous man. "You will tell me what you did for that poor woman, papa," said Emily, leaning over her father in the train. "I have settled it, my dear." "You said you'd tell me."
"And if you can make it convenient to call on Mr. Crumpy every Thursday morning about twelve, he will pay you two sovereigns a week till I come back to town. Then I will see about it." "God Almighty bless you, sir!" "And as to the furniture, I will write to my attorney, Mr. Walker. You need not trouble yourself by going to him." "No, sir."
I am going to shoot." Buddy crawled up a little higher on the blankets behind the seat, and saw mother steady herself and aim the rifle straight at Crumpy. There was the familiar, deafening roar, the acrid smell of black powder smoke, and Crumpy went down loosely, his nose rooting the trampled ground for a space before the gun belched black smoke again and Crumpy's yoke-mate pitched forward.
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