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So far his proceedings were no doubt intelligible enough; but they gradually became more and more incomprehensible when he began to walk up and down two or three streets, looking about him attentively, stopping at every locksmith's and ironmonger's shop that he passed, waiting to observe all the people who might happen to be inside them, and then deliberately walking on again.
Pretty pearls never gave 'em the ironmonger's daughter. No, no. Take 'em and put 'em up quick," said he, thrusting the case into his daughter's hand, and clapping the door of the cabinet to, as Horrocks entered with a salver and refreshments. "What have you a been and given Pitt's wife?" said the individual in ribbons, when Pitt and Lady Jane had taken leave of the old gentleman.
The only living things I saw were a cat scampering down a deserted alley, and one man half-dazed, looking at what was probably his own ruined home; the only wall to be seen which was, even in part, standing. It must have been an ironmonger's shop, for some black kettles still hung on nails against the stone, and iron stoves in all their bleakness stood up in bold relief on piles of ashes.
I had no opportunity of looking in my dictionary, for it would look too suspicious if I were to consult my Service Bible during tea. "I don't think we shall have time to look for an ironmonger's," I said. "You blithering ass," said the Captain, "there's one just across the road. Besides, we don't have dinner before eight as a rule." The fates were working against me.
Install yourself here, and recite all the prayers you know, or do not know; then, when evening comes, go out and call at the ironmonger's at the corner of the street. There you will find your horse; mount him, and take the road to Paris; at Villeneuve-le-Roi sell him, and take Panurge back." "Ah! that good Panurge; I shall be delighted to see him again. But how am I to live?"
Lorentz D. Uthoug's long, yellow-painted wooden house stood facing the market square; the office and the big ironmonger's shop were on the ground floor, and the family lived in the upper storeys. "That's where he lives," people would say. Or "There he goes," as the broad, grey-bearded man passed down the street. Was he such a big man, then?
In spite of the ironmonger's shop in Havoc's mouth, I had not the faintest control over him, so I said to Peter: "You know, Mr. Flower, I can't stop your horse!" He looked at me with a charming smile and said: "But why should you? Hounds are running!" MARGOT: "But I can't turn him!" PETER: "It doesn't matter! They are running straight. Hullo! Lookout! Look out for Hydy!" We were going great guns.
The play being done, I stole from him and hied home, buying several things at the ironmonger's dogs, tongs, and shovels for my wife's closett and the rest of my house, and so home, and thence to my office awhile, and so home to supper and to bed. By my letters from Tangier today I hear that it grows very strong by land, and the Mole goes on.
The name "Palace" had not been given to the house entirely without reason; the old woman who kept the ironmonger's shop in the back building could remember that in her childhood it had been a general's country-house, and stood quite by itself. At that time the shore reached to where Isted Street now runs, and the fruit-gardens went right into Council House Square.
As many as seventy-six different kinds of workmanship are to be detected on this curious relic. At a great Exhibition at Ironmonger's Hall in 1861 there was shown a leaden fibula, quite a dainty piece of personal ornament, in Anglo-Saxon taste, decorated with a moulded spiral meander. It was found in the Thames in 1855, and there are only three other similar brooches of lead known to exist.
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