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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Aw-aw-aw-aw-aw-awl silk." Mrs. Jacobs's fingers smoothed it lovingly, then it was drawn within to be instantly replaced by a green dress. Mrs. Jacobs passed the skirt slowly through her fingers. "Aw-aw-aw-aw-aw-awl silk!" she quavered mockingly. By this time Mrs. Isaacs's face was the color of the latest flag of victory. "The tallyman!" she tried to retort, but the words stuck in her throat.
By this time Dudley had recovered himself a little, and was able to answer the question Mr. Wedmore now put to him. "What do you think of that, Horne?" "I think, sir, that it must be more than a coincidence; that Mrs. Jacobs must be the wife of the man who was my father's manager." "Well, I think so, too. I know Jacobs's wife had an impediment in her speech.
The picturesque skyline of its long, straggling street is accentuated in the early morning or afterglow, when much undesirable detail of modern times below the tiled roofs is blurred and lost. In broad daylight the quaintness of its suburbs towards the river reeks of the salt flavour of W.W. Jacobs's stories.
Jacobs's academy, who was considered a very unamiable character, and was much hooted after by public-spirited boys solely on the ground of his unsatisfactory moral qualities; so that Tom was not without a basis of fact to go upon.
Evidently he condemned my consuming Mulligan Jacobs's time. To Mulligan Jacobs he said in his customary snarl: "Go on an' get to your work. Chew the rag in your watch below." And then I got a sample of Mulligan Jacobs. The venom of hatred I had already seen in his face was as nothing compared with what now was manifested.
Jacobs's wives say to him, "All the riches which thou hast taken from our father that is ours and our children's." Then follows an inventory of property. "All his cattle," "all his goods," "the cattle of his getting." He had a large number of servants at the time but they are not included with his property. Comp. Gen. xxx. 43, with Gen. xxxi. 16-18.
"It's awl right, mate!" he said, rather testily. "Yer needn't wait. We'll be out in er minit." "That's all right. I wasn't thinking about you lot," I replied, and walked forrard to Jacobs's bunk. Some time before, he had rigged up a pair of curtains, cut out of an old sack, to keep off the draught. These, some one had drawn, so that I had to pull them aside to see him.
Mercy's ran as follows: "MY DARLING STEPHEN, Your letters have shocked me so deeply that I find myself at a loss for words in which to reply. I cannot understand your present position at all. I have waited all these days, hoping that some new light would come to me, that I could see the whole thing differently; but I cannot. Darling, that money is Mrs. Jacobs's money, by every moral right.
There's been a woman about here lately, making inquiries and hunting about, and one of these fine days she may light upon something that'll put her upon your track." "What do you mean? Whom do you mean?" "Why, Edward Jacobs's widow, of course. She had an idea where to look, you see." Dudley could not hide the fact that he was much disturbed by this intelligence. "Poor woman! Poor woman!
Well plastered, the long-nosed man picked himself up, and glared at Francisco. By-standers laughed. Mr. Jacobs make a step forward, as if to leap while Francisco waited, panting and ready. But Mr. Jacobs's partner said, shortly: "Come along. We can't waste time here," and with a parting scowl the long-nosed man turned away with him. Neither of them seemed to have noticed whose boat it was.
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