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Updated: June 7, 2025
'But you will come, now? You can lose just the one day? It'll do you a power o' good. You'll work all the better on Tuesday, now see if you don't. Why, it ain't worth livin', never to get a holiday. 'I'm very sorry. It was very kind indeed of you to think of it, Mr. Dabbs. I really can't come. He went again to the window, and thence to the children's bedside.
Then there was my wife's widowed sister, Mrs. Rosenthal. We can leave her out. That's six. Then there was Alderman Sir Henry Dabbs and his wife. You may know the name large portmanteau manufacturers in Spitalfields and certain to be Lord Mayor before long.
But she was still greatly under her sister's influence, and when Emma declared that there must be a parting between them if she discovered that anything was secretly accepted from Mr. Dabbs, Kate sullenly yielded the point. Daniel was aware of all this, and it made an impression upon him. To-night Emma was as usual left alone with the children.
His face, if you examined it without prejudice, was not ill to look upon; there was much good humour about the mouth, and the eyes, shrewd enough, could glimmer a kindly light His laughter was roof-shaking always a good sign in a man. 'And what have you got to say of these fine doings, Mr. Dabbs? Mrs. Mutimer asked him. 'Why, it's like this 'era, Mrs.
It was not Daniel Dabbs, though Daniel, partly from genuine indignation, partly in consequence of slowly growing personal feeling against the Mutimers, had certainly supplied Richard's enemies with corroborative details.
'I'll tell you more about that in a year's time, replied Dabbs, thrusting his fingers into his waistcoat pockets. ''Cording to Mike, we're all goin' to be rich before we know it. Let's hope it'll come true. He put his tongue in his cheek and let his eye circle round the group. 'Seems to me, said the contemptuous man, 'he'd better look after his own people first.
It was modest enough, and from her knowledge of the man Emma felt that he was to be trusted for more than his word. But he asked an impossible thing. She could not imagine herself consenting to marry any man, but the reasons why she could not marry Daniel Dabbs were manifold. She felt them all, but it was only needful to think of one.
'If I might suggest, he added, when Mutimer kept silence, I think, if you condescend to notice the letter at all, you should reply only in the most general terms. Who is this man Dabbs, I wonder, who has the impudence to write to you in this way? 'Oh, one of the Hoxton Socialists, I suppose, Mutimer answered carelessly. 'I remember the name. 'A gross impertinence!
In the crowd were our old acquaintances Messrs. Cowes and Cullen, each haranguing as many as could be got to form a circle and listen, indulging themselves in measureless vituperation, crying shame on traitors to the noble cause. Here, too, was Daniel Dabbs, mainly interested in the occasion as an admirable provocative of thirst.
'What's that, eh? put in another man, who had caught the words. 'Oh, nothing. Only the girl's made herself scarce. Dare say the fault wasn't altogether on one side. And Mr. Keene winked meaningly. The hint spread among those on the platform. Daniel Dabbs happened to hear it repeated in a gross form. 'Who's been a-sayin' that? he roared. 'Where have you got that from, eh?
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