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"We can't help going round by the Travellers Twopenny, if we go the short way, which is the back way," Durdles answers, "and we'll drop him there." So they go on; Deputy attentive to every movement of the Stony One, until at length nearly at their destination Durdles whistles, and calls "Holloa, you Deputy!" "Widdy!" is Deputy's shrill response, standing off again. "Catch that ha'penny.
There is a coarser term which might have been applied to this talent of Durdles, but we have nothing to do with that, here and now; what we desire is an introduction to the small boy who is Durdles's shadow.
Herein two journeymen incessantly chip, while other two journeymen, who face each other, incessantly saw stone; dipping as regularly in and out of their sheltering sentry-boxes, as if they were mechanical figures emblematical of Time and Death. To Durdles, when he had consumed his glass of port, Mr. Sapsea intrusts that precious effort of his Muse.
Sapsea's vault, this "gift" of Durdles is, for Jasper, an uncomfortable discovery. He goes home, watches Edwin asleep, and smokes opium. Two new characters are now introduced, Neville and Helena Landless, twins, orphans, of Cingalese extraction, probably Eurasian; very dark, the girl "almost of the gipsy type;" both are "fierce of look."
And I also have suspicions, Jasper adds, taking it from the pavement and turning it bottom upwards, 'that it's empty. Durdles condescends to laugh at this. Continuing to chuckle when his laugh is over, as though remonstrant with himself on his drinking powers, he rolls to the door and unlocks it. They both pass out, and Durdles relocks it, and pockets his key.
Sapsea hailed, not sorry to show him a bright example of behaviour to superiors. 'Ah, Durdles! This is the mason, sir; one of our Cloisterham worthies; everybody here knows Durdles. Mr. Datchery, Durdles a gentleman who is going to settle here. 'I wouldn't do it if I was him, growled Durdles. 'We're a heavy lot. 'You surely don't speak for yourself, Mr. Durdles, returned Mr.
Edwin's clothes were covered with lime, but, when he told his story, Jasper would reply that Drood never returned to his house on Christmas Eve, but stayed out, "doing what was correct by the season, in the way of giving it the welcome it had the right to expect," like Durdles on another occasion.
It is then seen that the hands of the Cathedral clock are torn off; that lead from the roof has been stripped away, rolled up, and blown into the Close; and that some stones have been displaced upon the summit of the great tower. Christmas morning though it be, it is necessary to send up workmen, to ascertain the extent of the damage done. These, led by Durdles, go aloft; while Mr.
As though there were ghosts round every corner." "Hope you enjoyed your walk this afternoon," I said. "No, it was quiet then. But not like it is now. Let's walk faster and catch the others up. Do you believe in ghosts, Durdles?" "Yes, I think I do." "So do I. Was it true, do you think, about the people being shot at the Nicholas Station to-day?" "I daresay."
The hideous small boy, on the contrary, whenever he hits Durdles, blows a whistle of triumph through a jagged gap in the front of his mouth, where half his teeth are wanting; and whenever he misses him, yelps out, "Mulled agin!" and tries to atone for the failure by taking a more correct and vicious aim. "What are you doing to the man?" demands Jasper.
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