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I saw how it would be, the very first week when I came out myself, strong Kean's own part in the Iron Chest Mortimer, sir; there warn't three pounds ten in the house packed audience, sir, and they had the face to hiss me. 'Hag, said I to Mrs. Gormerick, 'this Theatre is a howling wilderness. But there is a fascination in a Grand Concern, of which one is the head one goes on and on.
Accordingly, when he had dressed, he thrust his head into the passage, and seeing there the maid-of-all-work unbarring the street-door, bade her go upstairs and wake the Hag, that is, Mrs. Gormerick.
Gormerick made her appearance, her gray hair streaming under her nightcap, her form indued in a loose wrapper, her very face a tragedy. "Powers above! What has happened?" exclaimed Rugge, prophetically. "She is gone," sobbed Mrs. Gormerick; and, seeing the lifted arm and clenched fist of the manager, prudently fainted away. Corollaries from the problems suggested in chapters VI. and VII.
Indeed, Hag was the name she usually took from Rugge; that which she bore from her defunct husband was Gormerick. This lady, as she braided the garland, was also bent on the soothing system, saying, with great sweetness, considering that her mouth was full of pins, "Now, deary, now, dovey, look at ooself in the glass; we could beat oo, and pinch oo, and stick pins into oo, dovey, but we won't.
Gormerick, being ordered to watch the child and never lose sight of her, slept in the same room with Sophy, in the upper story of the house. The old woman served Rugge for housekeeper, made his tea, grilled his chop, and for company's sake shared his meals. Excitement as often sharpens the appetite as takes it away. Rugge had supped on hope, and he felt a craving for a more substantial breakfast.
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