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"Do leave off singing nonsense out of tune, and let us listen when the door opens," said Mrs. Blyth, glad to seize the slightest opportunity of administering the smallest reproof to Zack. "Suppose it should be Mr. Gimble, come to deal at last for that picture of mine that he has talked of buying so long," exclaimed Valentine.
There was Mr. Bullivant, the enthusiastic young sculptor, with the mangy flow of flaxen hair, and the plump, waxy face, who wrote poetry, and showed, by various sonnets, that he again differed completely about the young lady from the Dowager Countess of Brambledown and Mr. Gimble. This gentleman sang fluently, on paper using, by the way, a professional epithet about her "chiselled mouth",
Little did Mr. Blyth think, as he walked away, talking with Mr. Gimble, and carefully hooking his key on to its swivel again, that Zack's strange friend had seen as much of the inside of the bureau as he had seen of it himself. "He shut up his big box uncommon sharp, when that smilin' little chap come near him," thought Mat. "And yet there didn't seem nothing in it that strangers mightn't see.
Gimble, Valentine had turned to the left, he would have seen that, just as he opened the bureau and began to search in it, Mr.
Not a gentleman, sir, in my youthful days and they were gentlemen then but would have been too happy to run away with her for her eyes alone; and what's more, to have shot any man who said as much as 'Stop him! Complexion, indeed, Mr. Gimble? I'll complexion you, next time I find my way into your picture-gallery! Take a pinch of snuff, Blyth; and never repeat nonsense in my hearing again."
Den I gwine red up de house an' take de keys to Mass' Gimble, de agent. Den Polly an' me we go back to our own li'l' house in de lane yondeh. De Kun'l done 'range ev'thing propeh, an' we gwine do jus' like he say." Mary Louise felt lonely and uncomfortable in the big house, now that her mother and grandfather had gone away.
Gimble, Valentine; he always runs up two stairs at a time." "And this is one of the heavy-weights. Not an ounce less than sixteen stone, I should say, by the step," remarked Zack, letting his muffin burn while he listened. "It can't be that tiresome old Lady Brambledown come to worry you again about altering her picture," said Mrs. Blyth. "Stop! surely it isn't " began Valentine.
Gimble, the civil little picture-dealers and a very good friend in every way to Valentine: there was Mr. Gimble, who declared that her principal charm was in her complexion her fair, clear, wonderful complexion which he would defy any artist alive to paint, let him try ever so hard, or be ever so great a man.
'Well, "TOVES" are something like badgers they're something like lizards and they're something like corkscrews. 'They must be very curious looking creatures. 'They are that, said Humpty Dumpty: 'also they make their nests under sun-dials also they live on cheese. 'And what's the "GYRE" and to "GIMBLE"? 'To "GYRE" is to go round and round like a gyroscope.
Gimble," said Valentine, a little crest-fallen under the anatomical castigation inflicted on him by the Doctor, "I am very much delighted and gratified by your approval; but I have nothing more to read. I thought that point about Columbus a good point to leave off with, and considered that I might safely allow the rest of the picture to explain itself to the intelligent spectator."
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