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It's a delightful book, and all true and real that's the best of it true as the Bank of England, and real as its gold and silver. Written by Arthur Gride. He, he, he! None of your storybook writers will ever make as good a book as this, I warrant me. It's composed for private circulation, for my own particular reading, and nobody else's. He, he, he!
From cellar to garret went the two usurers, opening every creaking door and looking into every deserted room. But no Peg was there. At last, they sat them down in the apartment which Arthur Gride usually inhabited, to rest after their search. 'The hag is out, on some preparation for your wedding festivities, I suppose, said Ralph, preparing to depart. 'See here!
What goes far towards justifying Jonson's acrimony is the wanton confusion of different dialectal forms; the indiscriminate use for the mere sake of archaism of such variants as 'gate' beside the usual 'goat, of 'sike' and 'sich' beside 'such'; the coining of words like 'stanck, apparently from the Italian stanco; and lastly, the introduction of forms which owe their origin to mere etymological ignorance, for instance, 'yede' as an infinitive, 'behight' in the same sense as the simple verb, 'betight, 'gride, and many others all of which do not tend to produce the homely effect of mother English, but reek of all that is pedantic and unnatural.
Arthur Gride was tried for the unlawful possession of the will, which he had either procured to be stolen, or had dishonestly acquired and retained by other means as bad.
Elphinstone suddenly cried out at a number of tongues of smoky red flame leaping up above the houses in front of them against the hot, blue sky. The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of waggons, and the staccato of hoofs. The lane came round sharply not fifty yards from the crossroads.
'What does the pigmy say to the giant? rejoined Ralph, elevating his eyebrows and looking down upon his questioner. 'He doesn't know what to say, replied Arthur Gride. 'He hopes and fears. But is she not a dainty morsel? 'I have no great taste for beauty, growled Ralph. 'But I have, rejoined Arthur, rubbing his hands. 'Oh dear! How handsome her eyes looked when she was stooping over him!
Ay, surely, surely. Shall I mention that? 'I think you had better, rejoined Ralph, drily. 'I didn't like to trouble you with that, because I supposed your interest would cease with your own concern in the affair, said Arthur Gride. 'That's kind of you to ask. Oh dear, how very kind of you!
He knocked gently at first then loud and vigorously. Nobody came. He wrote a few words in pencil on a card, and having thrust it under the door was going away, when a noise above, as though a window-sash were stealthily raised, caught his ear, and looking up he could just discern the face of Gride himself, cautiously peering over the house parapet from the window of the garret.
Then suddenly, heralded by clattering sounds and a gride of wheels, Dangle had flared and thundered across the tranquillity of the summer evening; Dangle, swaying and gesticulating behind a corybantic black horse, had hailed Jessie by her name, had backed towards the hedge for no ostensible reason, and vanished to the accomplishment of the Fate that had been written down for him from the very beginning of things.
He never took two articles of clothing out together, but always brought them forth, singly, and never failed to shut the wardrobe door, and turn the key, between each visit to its shelves. 'The snuff-coloured suit, said Arthur Gride, surveying a threadbare coat. 'Did I look well in snuff-colour? Let me think.
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