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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Ah! the other half," said Liza Gray, with a sigh. "Well, then we shall have a death in our family soon this poor babe can't struggle on much longer; it belongs to two burial clubs that will be three pounds from each, and after the drink and the funeral, there will be enough to pay all our debts and put us all square." The doors of Mr Diggs' tommy-shop opened.
Bill Simms choked and sobbed, and pulled his lanky straw-coloured hair, and kicked his legs about, and was altogether beside himself. Diggs, the boat-house keeper, was a widower, with one child, a girl of ten years old. His mother lived with him an aged woman, confined to her bed, of late, with rheumatic fever, from which she was slowly recovering.
The senior Diggs, who, from his eminence, had hitherto viewed the scene with unruffled complacency; who, in fact, derived from these not unusual exhibitions the same agreeable excitement which a Roman emperor might have received from the combats of the circus; began to think that affairs were growing serious, and rose to counsel order and enforce amiable dispositions.
We can't have Diggs dying of old age while we are discussing what is to become of him. It is your duty to marry Diggs at once. You must remember that I do not want you in my employ. You must not forget that I told you so six months ago and that I even tried to lock you out.
I couldn't think of anything else, so I slipped the word to Ole Skjarsen that Diggs was a Kiowa professor who was coming over to get notes on our team and tip them off to Muggledorfer College. I judged this would create some hostility and I wasn't mistaken. Ole began to climb over his fellow-students and I was just able to beat him to his prey. "Come on," I whispered. "Skjarsen's on the warpath.
Diggs rushed over to the bench, turned it upside down, looked behind the chairs, and then, emitting a roar that rattled the rafters, he hustled back to see if by any chance the prisoner had locked himself up in a cell. Bunch gave the old geezer the minnehaha and yelled, "Say! you with the me-ya-ya's on the chin! Did somebody give you the hot-foot and make a quick exit?"
Tell him I hope he has got plenty of money to travel into Wales, for he won't have no work in England again, or my name ayn't Diggs. Who's pushing there? I'll be among you; I'll close the shop. If I do get hold of some of you cussed women, you shan't forget it. If anybody will tell me who is pushing there, they shall have their bacon for seven-pence. Will nobody have bacon for seven-pence?
No doubt my face showed my surprise as the trooper rode obediently off to do his bidding; but Lossing only smiled and moved a step or two away from the rail where we had been standing. 'Diggs, he said, as the man rode up and saluted. 'Will you let me try your horse?
And it's such a distance, and he keeps a body there such a time it's always a day's work for my poor woman; she can't do nothing after it, what with the waiting and the standing and the cussing of Master Joseph Diggs, for he do swear at the women, when they rush in for the first turn, most fearful." "They do say he's a shocking little dog."
It's nothing but the skin broken," said the relentless Diggs, feeling his head. "Cold water and a bit of rag's all he'll want." "Let me go," said Flashman surlily, sitting up; "I don't want your help." "We're really very sorry " began East. "Hang your sorrow!" answered Flashman, holding his handkerchief to the place; "you shall pay for this, I can tell you, both of you."
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