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"Are you in earnest, Little?" "Why not?" "I hear you have been dining with Grotait, and he always makes the liquor fly. Wait till tomorrow. Talk it over with Mrs. Little here. I'm afraid I'm not the right sort for a servant. Too fond of 'the balmy, and averse to the whole hog." "The very man I want to soothe me at odd times: they rile me so with their suicidal folly.
But soon after this some pressure or other was brought to bear on Grotait, and Cole, knowing this, went to him, and asked him whether Bolt and Little were to be done or not. "It is a painful subject," said Grotait. "It is a matter of life and death to us," said Cole. "That is true. But mind the place, and not the man."
But it did not surprise Grotait so much, and it came about in the simplest way. That morning, at about eleven o'clock, Dr. Amboyne had called on Mrs. Little, and had asked Henry, rather stiffly, whether he was quite forgetting Life, Labor and Capital.
He then inquired how he was to write back to her. "Oh, write under cover to Grotait. He is Mary Anne, to all intents and purposes." "Well, write the jade a curt note, in both our names, and say we disapprove the conduct of the defaulters, and will signify our disapproval to them; but that is all we can do."
A stretcher was got, and a mattress put on it, and they carried him through the streets, while one ran before to tell the unhappy wife, and Little took her address, and ran to Dr. Amboyne. The doctor went instantly to the sufferer. Tucker assisted to carry the victim home. He then returned to Grotait, and told him the news.
This Dan stood, with others, loitering about "The Cutlers' Arms." Presently out came Grotait, and surveyed the rascally lot. He beckoned to Dan, and retired. Dan went in after him. "Drat his luck!" said one of the rejected candidates, "he always gets the job." The rest then dispersed. Tucker was shown into a pitch-dark room, and there a bargain was struck between him and men unseen.
He burned to inflict some mortal injury upon Jobson, Parkin, Grotait, Cheetham, and all who had taken a part, either active or passive, in goading him to despair. Now Mr. Cheetham's works lay right in his way; and it struck him he could make Cheetham smart a little. Cheetham's god was money. Cheetham had thrown him over for money. He would go to Cheetham, and drive a dagger into his pocket.
So now the question is, will you pay four shillings from your box for this blockhead's loss of time in hanging and racing a new stone?" All the four secretaries opened their eyes with surprise at this. But Grotait merely said he had no authority to do that; the funds of the Union were set apart for specified purposes.
We will give you a little grace; we will take a walk down street, and perhaps it will come to your recollection." "Hum!" said Grotait; and as that was clearly all they were to get out of him just then they left and took a turn. In half an hour they came back again, and sat down in the parlor. Grotait soon joined them.
He said he had kept his eye on Little, and assured them the man had gone into woodcarving, and was to be seen in the town all day. "Ay," said Parkin, "but this is at night; and, now I think of it, I met him t'other day, about dusk, galloping east, as hard as he could go." "My information is from a sure source," said Grotait, stiffly. Parkin. "What is to be done?" Jobson.
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