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To return to this life of ridiculous unreality unconditional capitulation to 'Conventionality' was an exasperating prospect. Yet what else was there to do? She was a Socialist, Hoopdriver learnt, and he gave a vague intimation that he went further, intending, thereby, no less than the horrors of anarchism.
Not being heavy like the drapery." "There's heavy brain labour, you must remember." "That wouldn't hurt YOU," said Mr. Hoopdriver, turning a compliment. "It's like this," he said, ending a pause. "It's a juiced nuisance alluding to these matters, but we got very little more money." He perceived that Jessie started, though he did not look at her.
Denison," she began, and then, doubtfully, "That is your name? I'm very stupid " "It is," said Mr. Hoopdriver. Denison, Denison, Denison. "I wonder how far you are willing to help me?" Confoundedly hard to answer a question like that on the spur of the moment, without steering wildly. "You may rely " said Mr. Hoopdriver, recovering from a violent wabble.
And 'GENTLEMAN! What COULD she be thinking of him? But really the Young Lady in Grey had dismissed Hoopdriver from her thoughts almost before he had vanished round the corner. She had thought no ill of him. His manifest awe and admiration of her had given her not an atom of offence. But for her just now there were weightier things to think about, things that would affect all the rest of her life.
"I will be perfectly frank with you," said the other man in brown. "Frankness is always the best course," said Mr. Hoopdriver. "Well, then who the devil set you on this business?" "Set me ON this business?" "Don't pretend to be stupid. Who's your employer? Who engaged you for this job?" "Well," said Mr. Hoopdriver, confused. "No I can't say." "Quite sure?"
The handle was twisted askew again He said something under his breath. He would have to unscrew the beastly thing. "THAT ain't the way to get off," repeated the heathkeeper, after a silence. "I know that," said Mr. Hoopdriver, testily, determined to overlook the new specimen on his shin at any cost. He unbuckled the wallet behind the saddle, to get out a screw hammer.
Hoopdriver reached out his hand, took his Norfolk jacket, laid it over his knees, and took out the money from the little ticket pocket. "Fourteen and six-half," he said, holding the coins in his left hand and stroking his chin with his right. He verified, by patting, the presence of a pocketbook in the breast pocket. "Five, fourteen, six-half," said Mr. Hoopdriver. "Left."
One 'ud think we hadn't eyes." Mr. Hoopdriver coughed. "I came, here, sir " "We've 'eard that," said the little man with the beard, sharply and went off into an amiable chuckle. "We know it by 'art," said the little man, elaborating the point. Mr. Hoopdriver temporarily lost his thread. He glared malignantly at the little man with the beard, and tried to recover his discourse. A pause.
Then with a concluding "Ugh!" and a gesture of repugnance he passed on into the dining-room from which the voice of Miss Mergle was distinctly audible remarking that the weather was extremely hot even for the time of year. This expression of extreme disapprobation had a very demoralizing effect upon Hoopdriver, a demoralization that was immediately completed by the advent of the massive Widgery.
"Is this the man?" said Mr. Hoopdriver, with a business-like calm, and arms more angular than ever. "Eat 'im!" said the little man with the beard; "eat 'im straight orf." "Steady on!" said the young man in the white tie. "Steady on a minute. If I did happen to say " "You did, did you?" said Mr. Hoopdriver. "Backing out of it, Charlie?" said the young man with the gaiters.
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