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Grimwig, with a provoking smile; "we will." Just then Mrs. Bedwin brought in some books which had been bought of the identical book stall-keeper who has already figured in this history. Mr. Brownlow was greatly disturbed that the boy who brought them had not waited, as there were some other books to be returned. "Send Oliver with them," suggested Mr.
He was shown into the little back study, where sat Mr. Brownlow and his friend Mr. Grimwig, with decanters and glasses before them. The latter gentleman at once burst into the exclamation: 'A beadle. A parish beadle, or I'll eat my head. 'Pray don't interrupt just now, said Mr. Brownlow. 'Take a seat, will you? Mr. Bumble sat himself down; quite confounded by the oddity of Mr. Grimwig's manner.
I'll eat my head if he is not a bad one, growled Mr. Grimwig, speaking by some ventriloquial power, without moving a muscle of his face.
Bumble, a peculiarly impatient little double-knock was heard at the street-door: and the servant, running upstairs, announced Mr. Grimwig. 'Is he coming up? inquired Mr. Brownlow. 'Yes, sir, replied the servant. 'He asked if there were any muffins in the house; and, when I told him yes, he said he had come to tea. Mr. Brownlow smiled; and, turning to Oliver, said that Mr.
In fact, as he threw himself at one dexterous dive into his former seat, Mr. Brownlow returned, accompanied by Oliver, whom Mr. Grimwig received very graciously; and if the gratification of that moment had been the only reward for all her anxiety and care in Oliver's behalf, Rose Maylie would have been well repaid. 'There is somebody else who should not be forgotten, by the bye, said Mr.
Ah! he went to heaven last week, in a oak coffin with plated handles, Oliver. 'Come, sir, said Mr. Grimwig, tartly; 'suppress your feelings. 'I will do my endeavours, sir, replied Mr. Bumble. 'How do you do, sir? I hope you are very well. This salutation was addressed to Mr. Brownlow, who had stepped up to within a short distance of the respectable couple. He inquired, as he pointed to Monks,
Brownlow, turning to Monks. 'I bought them from the man and woman I told you of, who stole them from the nurse, who stole them from the corpse, answered Monks without raising his eyes. 'You know what became of them. Mr. Brownlow merely nodded to Mr. Grimwig, who disappearing with great alacrity, shortly returned, pushing in Mrs. Bumble, and dragging her unwilling consort after him.
Brownlow, 'except that it remains for us to take care that neither of you is employed in a situation of trust again. You may leave the room. 'I hope, said Mr. Bumble, looking about him with great ruefulness, as Mr. Grimwig disappeared with the two old women: 'I hope that this unfortunate little circumstance will not deprive me of my porochial office? 'Indeed it will, replied Mr. Brownlow.
Grimwig backed and confirmed nearly every assertion he made; and it was the more singular in his case, because, even admitting for the sake of argument, the possibility of scientific improvements being brought to that pass which will enable a gentleman to eat his own head in the event of his being so disposed, Mr.
Grimwig, and Mrs. Bedwin had gone to the West Indies. The disappointment was a cruel one, for all through his sickness Oliver had anticipated the delight of seeing his first benefactor, and clearing himself of guilt, but now that was impossible. In a fortnight the Maylies went to the country, and Oliver, whose life had been spent in squalid crowds, seemed to enter on a new existence there.
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