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Gullick, the widowed landlady, or rather manager, was as eager to hear all the story of the finding of poor Dicky Shields as any of the crowd outside had been. Again and again the narrative was repeated, till conjecture once more began to take the place of assertion. "I wonder," asked one of the men, "how old Dicky got the money for a boose?" "The money, ay, and the chance," said another.
Why, when she was no more than four, I well remember her going to fetch the beer, and her being a little late, and Gullick with the thirst on him, when she came in with the jug, he made a cuff at her, not to hurt her, and if the little thing didn't drop the jug, and take the knap! Lord, I thought Gullick would 'a died laughing, and him so thirsty, too."
Dodge and Mrs. Gullick continued to discuss this gloomy habit with exhaustive minuteness, involving themselves in side issues regarding the general conduct of life on the part of Mrs. Temperley, that promised solid material for conversation for the next week. It appeared from the observations of Mrs. Gullick, whose husband worked on Lord Engleton's model farm, that about five years ago Mr.
Gullick, good soul, would shake her head and express her sympathy, in spite of not "holding" with Mrs. Temperley's "ways." Her poorer neighbours understood far more than the others could understand, how sorely she was grieving about the child. Because she said nothing on the subject, it was generally supposed that she had ceased to care.
To-day I made her lay a-bed and wear her theatre pantermime bearskin, that fits her like another skin and she'll be too big for it next year just to keep her warm in that cold garret. That's all about it, sir. She'll be well enough in a day or two, will Lizer." "I am sure I hope she will, Mrs. Gullick," said Maitland; "and, as I am passing his way, I will ask Dr.
"Who's the gentleman as she had set her heart on?" a romantic young woman enquired. "Oh, it's only wot they say," said Dodge judicially; "it's no use a listening to all one hears not by a long way." "You 'ad it from Lord Engleton's coachman, didn't you?" prompted Mrs. Gullick. "Which he heard it said by the gardener at Mr. Jordan's, as Miss Marion was always about with Mr. Fleming."
"Ah! that is another matter," said the judge. "Call Eliza Gullick," said the counsel. Eliza was called, and in a moment was curtsying, with eagerness, but perfect self-possession. After displaying an almost technical appreciation of the nature of an oath, Eliza was asked: "You remember the night of the 7th of February?" "I remember it very well, sir." "Why do you remember it so well, Eliza?"
Temperley went every day to town to attend to his legal business, and returned by the evening train to the bosom of his family. That family now consisted in his wife and two small boys; pretty little fellows, added Mrs. Dodge, the pride of their parents' hearts; at least, so she had heard Mr. Joseph Fleming say, and he was intimate at the Red House. Mrs. Gullick did not exactly approve of Mrs.
Gullick, who had been in the outer room during the conversation, "why, it was a sailor gentleman that stood Dicky treat A most pleasant-spoken man for a sailor, with a big black beard He used to meet Dicky here, in the private room up-stairs, and there Dicky used to do him a turn of his trade tattooing him, like.
They order these things better in France." "There is just one thing about him, at least about the man who was drinking with poor Shields on the night of his death. He was almost certainly tattooed with some marks or other. Indeed, I remember Mrs. Gullick that's the landlady of the Hit or Miss saying that Shields had been occupied in tattooing him. He did a good deal in that way for sailors."
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