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I am an old fool, and yet damn you, sir, what d'ye mean by running against me, eh! and yet, it did me more good to see that hungry family last night, eat the food that I had provided for them, than it did when I, Gregory Grimsby, was promoted to the elevated rank of Corporal.
Hollis to me about business; and I with him by coach to the Temple, and there I 'light; all the way he telling me romantic lies of himself and his family, how they have been Parliamentmen for Grimsby, he and his forefathers, this 140 years; and his father is now: and himself, at this day, stands for to be, with his father, by the death of his fellow-burgess; and that he believes it will cost him as much as it did his predecessor, which was L300 in ale, and L52 in buttered ale; which I believe is one of his devilish lies.
He did not sit near me at dinner; for it was his fate to hand in a capacious old dowager, and mine to be handed in by Mr. Grimsby, a friend of his, but a man I very greatly disliked: there was a sinister cast in his countenance, and a mixture of lurking ferocity and fulsome insincerity in his demeanour, that I could not away with.
Grimsby caught him by the arm and attempted to pull him away from her husband. "Don't kill him, don't kill him," she pleaded. "Be careful what you are doing." This appeal brought Eben somewhat to his senses, and his hands relaxed. He hesitated for a few seconds, and then rose slowly to his feet. "He ought to be killed," he growled. "He's a brute." "I know, I know," the woman agreed.
"Don't let 'em steal de old gink, inside, girlie. He's strong fer de chorus chickens." Helene shuddered before the hawk-like glare of his malevolent eyes, but in her part, she shook her head with a laugh, and followed airily after her escort. "Good-evening, sir. Back again to-night, I see," volunteered the ticket taker, to whom William Grimsby was a familiar visitant.
They were not so much envious as in awe of Miss Mitchin's; it seemed to belong to the same unattainable world as Newport and the giant New York hotels. The Applebys didn't know it, but Grimsby Center had become artistic. They couldn't know it, but that sharp-nosed genius-hound Miss Mitchin was cashing in on her salon.
Grimsby already ordered him to do." "My Gawd, sir!" exclaimed the servant, paling perceptibly. "What's come over you, sir? Oh, I beg pardon, sir, you're the other gentleman. You certainly fooled me, sir You're bloody brave, sir, to do all this for the master. Are we in any danger?" "Not a bit whatever happens will be outside the house. Just keep up the secret, as you value your master's life.
‘“Oh, somebody will take you for your title; and then you’ve your family estate yet; that’s entailed, you know.” ‘“I wish to God I could sell it to pay my debts,” he muttered. ‘“And then,” said Grimsby, who had just come in, “you can try again, you know. I would have more than one chance, if I were you. I’d never stop here.” ‘“I won’t, I tell you!” shouted he.
I suppose that for all time the ships that are from Grimsby will be free from all dues in the ports that are Havelok's in the Danish land. Witlaf, the good old thane, bides in his place yet, and he rejoices ever that he had a hand in bringing Havelok up. Nor does our king forget that. Indeed, I think that he forgets naught but ill done toward him.
It was a lonely countryside; the nearest signs of human life were a church gauntly silhouetted on the hill above Grimsby Center, two miles away, and a life-saving station, squat and sand-colored, slapped down in a hollow of the cliffs.
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