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Downstairs again tottered Grabman, re-opened his letter, and wrote, "P.S. I have wronged you, Jason, by my suspicions; never mind, jubilate! This interloper who made me so jealous, who think you it is? Why, young Ardworth himself, that is, the lad who goes by such name. Now, is it not clear? Of course no one else has such interest in learning his birth as the lost child himself, here he is!
Why then open the cage and bid them fly, in order to spread the net? This morning all the final documents with the Insurance Companies are completed. It remains for me but to pay the first quarterly premiums. For that I think I am prepared, without drawing further on your hoards or my own scanty resources, which Grabman will take care to drain fast enough." "And Percival St.
"The world is a farm that thrives with all who till it properly, Grabman," answered Jason, dryly; and with his handkerchief he carefully dusted the chair, on which he then daintily deposited his person. "But who is your Ganymede, your valet, your gentleman-usher?"
"And how the devil do you keep old black thoughts out of your mind by those washy potations?" "Old black thoughts of what?" "Of black actions, Jason. We have not met since you paid me for recommending the nurse who attended your uncle in his last illness." "Well, poor coward?" Grabman knit his thin eyebrows and gnawed his blubber lips. "I am no coward, as you know."
I dares do all that does become a man; but No. 7 is a body-snatcher! No. 7 has bullied me, and I bore it! No. 7 might whop me, and this h-arm would let him whop! He lives with graves and churchyards and stiff 'uns, that damnable No. 7! Ask some'at else, Grabman. I dares not touch No. 7 any more than the ghostesses."
But it was not that at which Grabman chuckled; he laughed, first because it was an emblem of the utter childishness and folly of the creature he was leaving penniless, and secondly, because it furnished his ready wit with a capital contrivance to shift Beck's indignation from his own shoulders to a party more liable to suspicion.
Fielden was the same that he took again from that woman: therefore, the necessity of finding out Mother Joplin, an essential witness. Q. E. D., Master Jason!" It was not till the sun had been some hours risen that Mr. Grabman imitated that luminary's example. When he did so, he found, somewhat to his chagrin, that John Ardworth had long been gone.
In the course of conversation Beck communicated how much he had been astonished by recognizing the visitor of Grabman, the provoker of the irritable grave-stealer, in the familiar companion of his master; and when Becky told him how often, in the domestic experience her vocation of charing had accumulated, she had heard of the ruin brought on rich young men by gamblers and sharpers, Beck promised to himself to keep a sharp eye on Grabman's showy acquaintance.
"I have both," said Varney. "In the first place, I have a letter from Grabman!" Lucretia's eyes sparkled, and she snatched eagerly at the letter her son- in-law drew forth. LIVERPOOL, October, 1831. JASON, I think I am on the road to success.
He drained off his brandy, and sallied forth to confer with the hostler. "Well, my friend," said Mr. Grabman, for the traveller was no other than that worthy, "well, so you remember Mrs. Joplin more than twenty years ago, eh?" "Ah, she seems to have been a restless body. She had a child with her?" "Yees, I moind that."
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