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"I should like to see him, Doctor, I should like to see the pooty gen'l'm'n that my poor Elsie loves. She mus 'n' never marry nobody, but, oh, Doctor, I should like to see him, 'n' jes' think a little how it would ha' been, if the Lord had n' been so hard on Elsie." She wept and wrung her hands. The kind Doctor was touched, and left her a moment to her thoughts. "And how does Mr.
"Pretty well, thank'ee, Sir," says the gen'l'm'n; "sit down, Mr. Weller pray sit down, sir." So my father sits down, and he and the gen'l'm'n looks wery hard at each other. "You don't remember me?" said the gen'l'm'n. "Can't say I do," says my father. "Oh, I know you," says the gen'l'm'n: "know'd you when you was a boy," says he. "Well, I don't remember you," says my father.
'Is that you, Sam? inquired Mr. Winkle, springing out of bed. 'Quite unpossible to identify any gen'l'm'n vith any degree o' mental satisfaction, vithout lookin' at him, Sir, replied the voice dogmatically. Mr. Winkle, not much doubting who the young man was, unlocked the door; which he had no sooner done than Mr.
Nobody mus' n' never live with Elsie but ol Sophy; 'n' ol Sophy won't never die 's long 's Elsie 's alive to be took care of. But I's feared, Doctor, I's greatly feared Elsie wan' to marry somebody. The' 's a young gen'l'm'n up at that school where she go, so some of 'em tells me, 'n' she loves t' see him 'n' talk wi' him, 'n' she talks about him when she 's asleep sometimes.
Wells was pulling off the pygmy shoes and stocking, the servant admitted an abashed citizen who faltered at the parlor door and mumbled, "Say, doctor, that gen'l'm'n that saved that little girl must 'a' got badly hurt. He's lyin' out here down the street senseless " That was all Jeannette heard. Who caught little Kate was a question the distracted aunt never asked until many a long day after.
Weller; 'I never see such a sensible sort of man as he is, or such a reg'lar gen'l'm'n. 'Oh, that he is! said the fat boy, joining in the conversation; 'don't he breed nice pork! The fat youth gave a semi-cannibalic leer at Mr. Weller, as he thought of the roast legs and gravy. 'Oh, you've woke up, at last, have you? said Sam. The fat boy nodded.
Pickwick's horror-stricken countenance, 'or else he'd been draw'd into the ingin; but however that might ha' been, the little, old gen'l'm'n, who had been remarkably partial to sassages all his life, rushed out o' the shop in a wild state, and was never heerd on arterwards! The relation of this affecting incident of private life brought master and man to Mr. Perker's chambers.
'I wish to make a wery few remarks in addition to wot has been put for'ard by the honourable gen'l'm'n as has jist give over, said Mr. Weller, stepping forth, 'wich is this here: a indiwidual in company has called me a feller. 'That has nothing whatever to do with the matter, Sam, interposed Mr. Pickwick. 'Pray hold your tongue.
"I'll tell you what, Corrie, I'll throttle you if you don't speak," said Henry. "Ah! you couldn't," pleaded Corrie in a tone of deep pathos. "P'raps," observed John Bumpus, "p'raps if you hand over the young gen'l'm'n to the `grampus, he'll make him speak."
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