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Gambouge cursed his fate, and swore henceforth to be virtuous. "But, hark ye, my friend," continued the honest broker, "there is no reason why, because I cannot lend upon these things, I should not buy them: they will do to melt, if for no other purpose. Will you have half the money? speak, or I peach." Simon's resolves about virtue were dissipated instantaneously.

Look, sir,” he said, handing over an immense sheet of The Times to Mr. Gambouge, “was ever anything so monstrous?” Gambouge smiled, politely, and examined the proffered page. “It is enormous,” he said; “but I do not read English.” “Nay,” said the man with the orders, “look closer at it, Signor Gambouge; it is astonishing how easy the language is.” Wondering, Simon took the sheet of paper.

Greenacre, in similar circumstances, would have acted like the worthy Simon Gambouge. There was but one blot upon his character he hated Mrs. Gam. worse than ever. As he grew more benevolent, she grew more virulent: when he went to plays, she went to Bible societies, and vice versâ: in fact, she led him such a life as Xantippe led Socrates, or as a dog leads a cat in the same kitchen.

I WISH" and here Simon whistled, and turned round to see that nobody was peeping "I wish the plate were mine." Oh, the horrid progress of the Devil! "Here they are," thought Simon to himself; "why should not I TAKE THEM?" And take them he did. "Detection," said he, "is not so bad as starvation; and I would as soon live at the galleys as live with Madame Gambouge."

Simon Gambouge was the son of Solomon Gambouge; and as all the world knows, both father and son were astonishingly clever fellows at their profession. Solomon painted landscapes, which nobody bought; and Simon took a higher line, and painted portraits to admiration, only nobody came to sit to him.

Gambouge caught at the notion, and hurried off a courier to Rome ventre

But if you set me about anything which is extraordinary, and out of the course of nature, as it were, come I must, you know; and of this you are the best judge.” So saying, Diabolus disappeared; but whether up the chimney, through the keyhole, or by any other aperture or contrivance, nobody knows. Simon Gambouge was left in a fever of delight, as, heaven forgive me!

"Egad," said the Abbe, "the rogue is right I quite forgot the fact, which he points out clearly enough." "No, no, Gambouge," continued Diabolus, with horrid familiarity, "go thy ways, old fellow, that COCK WON'T FIGHT." And he retired up the chimney, chuckling at his wit and his triumph. Gambouge heard his tail scuttling all the way up, as if he had been a sweeper by profession.

"I will not show my CREDENTIALS," he said, blushing, and pointing to his hoofs, which were cleverly hidden by his pumps and shoe-buckles, "unless the ladies absolutely wish it; but I am the person you want, Mr. Gambouge; pray tell me what is your will."

Add to this a dirty, draggle-tailed chintz; long, matted hair, wandering into her eyes, and over her lean shoulders, which were once so snowy, and you have the picture of drunkenness and Mrs. Simon Gambouge. Poor Simon, who had been a gay, lively fellow enough in the days of his better fortune, was completely cast down by his present ill luck, and cowed by the ferocity of his wife.

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