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Updated: May 4, 2025
It must be acknowledged that the time was short. When Brisket, with such easy indifference, postponed his visit to Bishopsgate Street till the Saturday, giving to Gogham Market and the slaughtering of his beasts a preference to the renewal of his love, he regarded the task before him as a light one. But it must be supposed that it was no light task to Miss Brown.
"All done and over," said Robinson, mournfully repeating her words. "Of course it is. But about Brisket. Immediately after that, the very next day, he went out to Gogham, where he was always going, you know, with that cart of his, to buy sheep. Sheep, indeed!" "And wasn't it for sheep?" "No, George.
"Robinson, my boy," cried he, "I'm glad to see you; and so is Mrs. B. Ain't you, Em'ly?" Whereupon Em'ly said that she was delighted to see Mr. Robinson. "And you're just in time for as tidy a bit of roast veal as you won't see again in a hurry, fed down at Gogham by Em'ly's mother. I killed it myself, with my own hands. Didn't I, Em'ly?"
There, standing at some little distance behind the block, looking with large, wondering eyes at the carcases of the sheep which hung around her, stood a wee little woman, very pretty, with red cheeks, and red lips, and short, thick, clustering curls. This was the daughter of the grazier from Gogham. "The shopman will be back in a minute," said she.
"Paid into your hand," said Jones. "I think I should see my way," said Brisket; "at any rate I'll come up on Saturday." "Much better say to-morrow, or Friday." "Can't. It's little Gogham Fair on Friday; and I always kills on Thursday." "Saturday will be very late." "There'll be time enough if you've got the money ready. You've spoken to old Brown, I suppose.
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