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Mr. Guppy looks into the shade in all directions, discovering everywhere a certain charred and whitened little heap of coal or wood. Presently he hears a rustling. Is it ? No, it's no ghost, but fair flesh and blood, most brilliantly dressed. "I have to beg your ladyship's pardon," Mr. Guppy stammers, very downcast. "This is an inconvenient time " "I told you, you could come at any time."
"And could you not take the same means of rendering a Conversation unnecessary? Can you not still?" Mr. Guppy screws his mouth into a silent "No!" and shakes his head. "You have been strangely importunate.
After much ado, he opens them, but without appearing to see his visitors or any other objects. Though he crosses one leg on another, and folds his hands, and several times closes and opens his parched lips, he seems to all intents and purposes as insensible as before. "He is alive, at any rate," says Mr. Guppy. "How are you, my Lord Chancellor.
"Thank your ladyship." Mr. Guppy does so. "Now, your ladyship" Mr. Guppy refers to a little slip of paper on which he has made small notes of his line of argument and which seems to involve him in the densest obscurity whenever he looks at it "I Oh, yes! I place myself entirely in your ladyship's hands. If your ladyship was to make any complaint to Kenge and Carboy or to Mr.
William Guppy raised his eyes from the pit of the theatre to Miss Esther Summerson sitting in the boxes, the "image imprinted on his 'art" was that of the cynosure of neighboring eyes, stately among stately towers and ancestral trees. But doubtless when Mr.
But before these proceedings draw to a close, that is to say, on the night next after the catastrophe, Mr. Guppy has a thing to say that must be said to Lady Dedlock.
Guppy, still glancing with remarkable aversion at the coat-sleeve, as they pursue their conversation before the fire, leaning on opposite sides of the table, with their heads very near together, "that he told you of his having taken the bundle of letters from his lodger's portmanteau?" "That was the time, sir," answers Tony, faintly adjusting his whiskers.
Guppy, uncrossing and recrossing his legs again, "should you say that the original was a man's writing or a woman's?" "A woman's. Fifty to one a lady's slopes a good deal, and the end of the letter 'n, long and hasty." Mr. Guppy has been biting his thumb-nail during this dialogue, generally changing the thumb when he has changed the cross leg.
Weevle's eye, attended by Mr. Guppy's eye, has again gone round the room and come back. "Well, sir," says Mr. Weevle. "We won't intrude any longer if you'll allow us to go upstairs." "Anywhere, my dear sir, anywhere! You're at home. Make yourself so, pray!" As they go upstairs, Mr. Guppy lifts his eyebrows inquiringly and looks at Tony. Tony shakes his head.
Guppy in his encouraging cross-examination-tone, "I think you know Krook, the Chancellor, across the lane?" "I know him by sight," says Mr. Jobling. "You know him by sight. Very well. And you know little Flite?" "Everybody knows her," says Mr. Jobling. "Everybody knows her. VERY well. This has brought me into communication with Krook and into a knowledge of his house and his habits.
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