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Updated: June 10, 2025
To him all these bodiless beings of Dickens' brain were living creatures. An anachronism was nothing to Hawkins. Charley Bates was still at large, Quilp was just around the corner, and Gaffer Hexam's boat was moored in the muddy river below. Dickens used to haunt the publics, those curious resting-places where all sorts and conditions of thirsty philosophers meet to discuss all sorts of themes.
He appeared before the dolls' dressmaker, sitting alone at her work. 'Oho! thought that sharp young personage, 'it's you, is it? I know your tricks and your manners, my friend! 'Hexam's sister, said Bradley Headstone, 'is not come home yet? 'You are quite a conjuror, returned Miss Wren. 'I will wait, if you please, for I want to speak to her. 'Do you? returned Miss Wren. 'Sit down.
However, the retraction I have mentioned found its way into Lizzie Hexam's hands, with a general flavour on it of having been favoured by some anonymous messenger in a dark cloak and slouched hat, and was by her forwarded, in her father's vindication, to Mr Boffin, my client.
'I stand the Honourable Mrs T. on my bench in this corner against the wall, where her blue eyes can shine upon you, pursued Miss Wren, doing so, and making two little dabs at him in the air with her needle, as if she pricked him with it in his own eyes; 'and I defy you to tell me, with Mrs T. for a witness, what you have come here for. 'To see Hexam's sister.
'Always this room for visitors; haven't you, Lizzie dear? It happened that Bradley Headstone noticed a very slight action of Lizzie Hexam's hand, as though it checked the doll's dressmaker. And it happened that the latter noticed him in the same instant; for she made a double eyeglass of her two hands, looked at him through it, and cried, with a waggish shake of her head: 'Aha!
When Lizzie Hexam's brother and a friend, Bradley Headstone, paid their first visit to the house on Church Street, they knocked at the door, which promptly opened and disclosed a child a dwarf, a girl sitting on a little, low, old-fashioned arm-chair, which had a kind of little working-bench before it. "I can't get up," said the child, "because my back's bad and my legs are queer.
'I am the dolls' dressmaker, sir. 'Lizzie Hexam's friend? 'Yes, sir, replied Miss Jenny, instantly on the defensive. 'And Lizzie Hexam's friend. 'Here is a note from her, entreating you to accede to the request of Mr Mortimer Lightwood, the bearer. Mr Riah chances to know that I am Mr Mortimer Lightwood, and will tell you so. Riah bent his head in corroboration. 'Will you read the note?
To Hexam's son, or daughter? Resolved speedily, to the daughter. But it would be safer to avoid seeing the daughter, because the son had seen Julius Handford, and he could not be too careful there might possibly be some comparison of notes between the son and daughter, which would awaken slumbering suspicion, and lead to consequences.
With consummate indolence, he turned to Mortimer, inquiring: 'And who may this other person be? 'I am Charles Hexam's friend, said Bradley; 'I am Charles Hexam's schoolmaster. 'My good sir, you should teach your pupils better manners, returned Eugene. Composedly smoking, he leaned an elbow on the chimneypiece, at the side of the fire, and looked at the schoolmaster.
I hope it's mutual. Bradley glanced distrustfully at the shrewd face again bending over the work, and said, trying to conquer doubt and hesitation: 'I hope you don't imply that my visit will be unacceptable to Hexam's sister? 'There! Don't call her that. I can't bear you to call her that, returned Miss Wren, snapping her fingers in a volley of impatient snaps, 'for I don't like Hexam.
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