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Fielding took in his friend Mr. Mallinson had raised that friend to a very different position in her esteem from that which he had held before. The combat was renewed more than once, but with no different result, and upon the same lines. Mrs. Willoughby received his attacks with a patient humility, and rushed out to catch him a flout as he was retiring.
Touch a particular key, and it jars and makes harsh discord with your own. They like Gil Blas, but can see nothing to laugh at in Don Quixote: they adore Richardson, but are disgusted with Fielding. Fawcett had a taste accommodated to all these. He was not exceptious. He gave a cordial welcome to all sort, provided they were the best in their kind. He was not fond of counterfeits or duplicates.
It was about two o'clock in the morning when we finally gave up all hope of getting along any farther, at least for some hours, and Fielding and I lay down in our berths with the hope that the storm would abate before daybreak, so that a snow-plough might reach us and clear the line, in time to enable us to reach our homes for the Christmas dinner.
At last the judge condescended to cease his whittling, and come to make his own bargain, which he did openly: "Any good saddles, Fielding? mine looks rather shabby." "Yes, by Jingo, a fine one, bound with blue cloth, and silver nails Philadelphia-made prime cost sixty dollars." "That will do," answered the judge, walking back to his seat.
He found Drake upon the doorstep with a hand upon the knocker, and the two gentlemen exchanged greetings. 'I have just left Mallinson, said Fielding. Drake's hand fell from the knocker. 'Tell me! he said. 'Mallinson perplexes me in many ways. For instance, he shows me little good-will now 'Does that surprise you? Fielding interjected, with a laugh.
It's a pole-cat," growled Curly. "And if it came when you called it, you wouldn't like it so much, I guess." "Oh, goodness!" gasped Ann. "Don't be so friendly with every strange animal you see, Ruth Fielding. A pole-cat!" "Wish I had a gun!" exclaimed Curly. "I'd shoot that skunk." "Glad you didn't then," said Ruth, promptly. "Poor little thing." "Ya-as," drawled the boy.
"My hair is quite dry," said Juliet. "It won't take me long to put it up. I should like to come with you very much." "I can't wait," said Mrs. Fielding plaintively. "This heat is so fearful and the glare! I will go for a short round, and come back for you if you like." "Thank you," said Juliet. "I can be ready in five minutes." "I should be grilled by that time," declared Mrs. Fielding.
This novel is ironical, a sort of prose mock-heroic, and is one of the strongest, though certainly the least pleasing, of Fielding's writings. Tobias Smollett was an inferior Fielding with a difference. He was a Scotch ship-surgeon, and had spent some time in the West Indies.
Drake received a notion of unimpressive prettiness and turned his attention to the stage. When the lights were raised again in the auditorium, he noticed that Fielding was in the box talking to a gentleman with white hair, and that Mallinson was seated by the side of Miss Le Mesurier.
Rumors have been rife for some time affecting the business standing of Mr. Benjamin Fielding, the well known commission merchant. Yesterday it was discovered that he had left the city, but where he has gone is unknown. It is believed that he is very deeply involved, and seeing no way out of his embarrassment has skipped to Canada, or perhaps taken passage to Europe.
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