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He laughed quietly, and then said, as if he were reading impressively from the open sheet to Mr. Griffin himself, and making him writhe under his coolness, "Emanuel Griffin, "Sir: The connection of my father, David Dubbs, Esq., with your counting-house, will cease from this day forth. "Sir, your obedient servant, "Thomas Dubbs." Told by an English Tourist.
"You'd better look-out, young turnip-top, I can tell you," growled Crow; "when Dubbs means what he says, it's no joke, I can tell you." On the whole my first afternoon's work at Merrett, Barnacle, and Company's was somewhat distracting, and by the time half-past six arrived I felt I had not accomplished quite as much as I had intended.
"I know it is, sir, Mr. Griffin, but then, you see, the demand is werry great, sir." Mr. Griffin paid the bill and hurried out, took a car at the next corner, and, after a long, cold ride, got home to allay the anxiety of Mrs. Griffin by assuring her that the turkey was ordered, and would be sent home promptly to-morrow by David Dubbs.
"Hush, you young gentlemen," said the nurse; "this'll never do; you oughtn't to have awoke Master Daubeny just as he was sleeping so nice." "Very sorry, nurse; good-night, Dubbs; hope you'll be all right to-morrow," said they, and then adjourned to Power's study. The gas was lighted in the pretty little room, and the matron, regarding them as heroes, had sent them a very tempting tea.
I hardly know the name," said the sick boy, smiling. "No, Flip, let it be Dubbs, as of old a nice heavy name to suit its owner; and you gave it me, you know, so it's your property, Flip, and I hardly know myself by any other now."
And if he had, would this hard, business-encrusted heart have been less cold than the bitter winds that assailed it? Would the sight which made David Dubbs forget the fierceness of night have penetrated the chilly place where it rested and warmed it in pitying activity?
Van Torp had taken the child for a drive, as he often did, and Miss More was established in her favourite corner of the garden, just out of sight of the house. Mrs. Dubbs first exposed the situation, then expressed a strong opinion as to her own respectability, and finally asked Miss More's advice.
What these unusual proceedings meant, David Dubbs might have guessed or might have known traditionally, they being of an annual nature, but whether he did or not, or whether his ignorance was also traditional, he gave no sign, and walked feebly up-stairs, guided by the Little Scout, just as if it were not Christmas Eve at all.
"Nobody can ever make anyone else do what's wrong, Arty." "Oh, yes; it's all very easy for you to say that, Walter, who can fight anybody, and who are so strong and good, and whom no one dares bully, and who are not laughed at, and made a butt of, as I am." "Look at Power," said Walter, "or look at Dubbs. They came as young as you, Arty, and as weak as you, but no one ever made them do wrong.
"Well, we were very near it, Dubbs, but, thanks to Walter, we escaped all right," said Power. Daubeny looked up inquiringly. "We must tell you all about it to-morrow," said Power. "How are you feeling?" "O, I don't know; not very well, but it's no matter; I daresay I shall be all right soon."
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