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"Oh, sir," sobbed Mrs Durby, glancing with horror at the dishevelled and blood-stained prisoners, "I always thought railways was bad things, but I never, no I never, imagined they was as bad as this." "But, my good woman," said Edwin, unable to restrain a smile, "railways are not all, nor always, as bad as this.
"You'll have time to catch the 6.30 train," he said, as Mrs Tipps fluttered to a cupboard and brought out a black bottle. "Thank you. Yes, I'll go by that. You shall escort me to it. Please ring the bell." The stout elderly female Netta's nurse answered. "Come here, Durby," said the widow quickly; "I want you to take this bottle of wine to a poor sick woman.
But never, never, never, as long as I'm able to manidge my own ah!" Mrs Durby terminated here with one of her own appalling shrieks, for it was at this precise moment that John Marrot happened, as already described, to have occasion to knock a cart and horse to atoms.
"Won't do, sir; I have thought of that; but, in the first place, I have not such an appointment to give him at present; in the second place, if I had, he could not draw his salary in advance, and money is wanted immediately; and, in the third place, he would not if he had it be able to spare enough out of any ordinary clerk's salary, because the debts due by Mrs Tipps amount to fifty pounds so Mrs Durby said."
I know no more about pawning than yourself, but I do know that a considerable time must elapse before the ring shall be lost to me. And, you know, our bills must be paid." Good Mrs Durby did not require much persuasion. She consented to set off as soon as possible, if she should obtain permission from Mrs Tipps, who was aware that she had intended to visit her brother about that time.
Quickly perceiving, however, by the wild motion of the feet and an occasional scream from Mrs Durby, that something serious was going on, he peeped out, saw at a glance how matters stood, got to his feet in a moment, and dealt Jenkins such a blow on the back of the head that he dropped like a stone. To deal Smith two similar blows, with like result, was the work of two seconds.
There could not be a greater delusion. It is as quiet and determined as a procession of men and women going to hear Dr Horton preaching at Hampstead. Not a song well, one song. Not a joke well, one joke, when a fat man saw a poor brown lop-eared ass in a field of daisies, and called out: "There's the winner o' the Durby!"
Jenkins and Smith did not raise their eyes, and Thomson continued to frown steadily out at the window without moving a muscle. "I'm sure I don't know nothink about your p'lice, an' what's more, I don't care," said Mrs Durby; "all that I know is that railways is dreadful things, and if I was the Queen, which I'm not, I'd have 'em all put down by Acts of Parlingment, so I would.
"Yes, dear," said old Mrs Durby, taking off her tortoise-shell spectacles and laying down her work, "I thought of going next week, if it is quite convenient." "It is quite convenient, nurse," continued Netta, in a somewhat flurried manner; "it would be still more convenient if you could go to-morrow or next day." "Deary me what's wrong?" inquired Mrs Durby, in some surprise.
"Hallo! nurse," he exclaimed, getting in and sitting down opposite to her; "why, surely it wasn't you, was it, that had such a narrow escape?" "Indeed it was, Capting Lee," replied Mrs Durby in a half whimper, for albeit a woman of strong character, she was not proof against such rough treatment as she had experienced that day. "Not hurt, I trust?" asked the Captain sympathetically.
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