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He told me at the last New-market, that he had made up a capital book, and it turned out that he had hedged with such dexterity, that he must lose one thousand pounds, and he might lose two. Well, well," continued Goren, with a sanctified expression; "I would sooner see those real fools here, than the confounded scoundrels, who pillage one under a false appearance. Never, Mr.
Do you think they're gaping fools, to be satisfied by a History of Portugal? If you refuse to take the business at once, they will sell me up, and quite right too. Understand your choice. There's Mr. Goren has promised to have you in London a couple of months, and teach you what he can. He is a kind friend. Would any of your gentlemen acquaintance do the like for you? Understand your choice.
Goren discovers an extraordinary resemblance between Evan and his father: remarking merely that the youth is not the gentleman his father was in a shop, while he admits, that had it been conjoined to business habits, he should have envied his departed friend. He has soon something fresh to tell; and it is that young Mr. Harrington is treating him cavalierly.
I do the cooking'; and the Countess, ever disposed to flatter and be suave, even when stung by a fact or a phrase, added: 'And a beautiful cook you used to be, dear Mama! At the table, awaiting them, sat Mrs. Wishaw, Mrs. Fiske, and Mr. Goren, who soon found themselves enveloped in the Countess's graciousness. Mr.
Goren, which imparts to her that at the root of the tree, of tailoring the novitiate must sit no less than six hours a day with his legs crossed and doubled under him, cheerfully plying needle and thread; and that, without this probation, to undergo which the son resolutely objects, all hope of his climbing to the top of the lofty tree, and viewing mankind from an eminence, must be surrendered.
'He would still have to pay them, my lady, was the widow's answer. 'Poor young man! indeed I pity him! sighed her visitor. 'You have hitherto used no efforts to persuade him to take such a step, Mrs. Harrington? 'I have written to Mr. Goren, who was my husband's fellow-apprentice in London, my lady; and he is willing to instruct him in cutting, and measuring, and keeping accounts.
'My place, said Mr. Goren, with humble severity, over his spectacles, 'is very poor. Such as it is, it is at the lady's service. Alone with her, Evan was about to ease his own feelings by remarking to the effect that Mr. Goren was human like the rest of us, but Caroline cried, with unwonted vivacity: 'Yes, yes, I know; but I thought only of you. I have such news for you!
Since Adam's expulsion, it seemed, the tailors of this wilderness had been in search of it. But like the doctors of this wilderness, their science knew no specific: like the Babylonian workmen smitten with confusion of tongues, they had but one word in common, and that word was 'cut. Mr. Goren contended that to cut was not the key of the science: but to find a Balance was.
Coxwell, a Fallow field maltster, brewer, and farmer; creditors of various dimensions, all of them. Mr. Goren coming last, behind his spectacles. 'My son will be with you directly, to preside, said Mrs. Mel. 'Accept my thanks for the respect you have shown my husband. I wish you good morning. 'Morning, ma'am, answered several voices, and Mrs. Mel retired.
A very intelligent 'I ought to know, with a reserve of regret at the extension of his intimacy with the particular vintage under that roof, was winked by Kilne. Lawyer Perkins touched the arm of a mourner about to be experimental on Kilne's port 'I think we had better wait till young Mr. Harrington takes the table, don't you see? 'Yes,-ah! croaked Goren.
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