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Dabb, full of ham, buttered toast, and hot coffee, and feeling very well that morning, began to chop with great vigour at the spine of a dead pig suspended by its hind-legs. "Life," he said again "there isn't such a place in London for life as the Borough; and though I say it, there aren't many more places in the Borough where there's more life than at Dabb's. Now then, mount."
Dabb, "although I am afraid I shall not be able to see you so often as I could wish, for my health is not good, and when I am better there is so much to be done." Miriam thought that if this might be true, there was no reason to put it in the forefront of the reception. "Your brother, I believe, will do very well.
Giacomo, however, thought it his duty to tell his sister of his approaching marriage; and Mrs. Dabb, who was endowed with great curiosity, replied that, if it was quite agreeable, she would come to Cowfold for two or three days to make the acquaintance of Mrs. Brooks and obtain a change of air, as she had suffered somewhat from feelings of languor of late and a little fever on the nerves.
She showed her displeasure in a thousand ways, and was positively rude to Mrs. Brooks when she invited Miriam to her house. Giacomo had a sister, a Mrs. Dabb, who lived in London. She had married a provision dealer in the Borough, and he employed not only a staff of assistants, but a couple of clerks. Mrs. Dabb, oddly enough, was a fair-haired woman, with blue eyes and a rosy complexion.
Dabb told me she didn't think you would like to pay more than thirteen shillings and sixpence a week without extras, which is exceedingly cheap for this part, and the front rooms corresponding would be five-and-twenty shillings." This settled the question. They had fancied an outlook on a gay promenade, and they had in its place a waste expanse of dirty dull roofs and smoking chimneys.
Dabb had told his men that he was expecting a nephew "of his missus's," and that "he was took on as a kind of charity like." Mr. Dabb now appeared. "Here you are all right. Sharp's the word that's my motter. Keep on your coat and hat you'll want 'em, I can tell you. This isn't a place for coddlin', is it, Bill?" Bill smiled.
If you can persuade him to say what he can in case application is made to him for a character, I shall think it very kind of you." "My dear Miriam, I have no influence over your uncle. His is not a nature upon which I can exert myself. I think some pieces in this would be suitable;" and Mrs. Dabb offered Miriam a volume of Mrs. Hemans' works. Miriam took it, and bade her aunt good-bye.
Put your traps up in that corner; you'll want 'em again directly. Aunt's abed upstairs; can't see you to-night." They went into a little greasy back parlour, lighted by a skylight, if indeed a window could be so called whose connection with the sky was so far from being immediate. Mr. Dabb looked in. "You'll have some tea in a minute. I myself can't leave shorthanded."
Perhaps we'd better go into the parlour." Thither Mr. Dabb went, and Andrew followed him. "Look you here, Mr. Andrew, I know perfectly well what is the matter with you. You don't think that I haven't got a nose, do you? You are my nephew, but just for that very reason you shan't be with me. I'm not agoing to have it said that I've got a relative in my business who drinks.
To this Uncle Dabb assented willingly, for Miriam was half a favourite with him, and he even went so far as somewhat to apologise for what he had done. "But you know," said he, "this is a shop. As I have told him over and over again, business is business. I couldn't help it, and it's just as well as he should have a sharpish lesson at first nothing like that for curing a man." Mr.
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