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Updated: May 26, 2025
"That's what you're talking about!" he said. "That's it," said Polly. Rumbold scratched his ear with the three strawy jampots he held in his hand. "Way the wind blows, I expect," he said. "But what's the fuss?" "No fuss!" said Mr. Polly. "Passing Remark. I don't like it, O' Man, that's all." "Can't help it, if the wind blows my stror," said Mr. Rumbold, still far from clear about it....
She could write a beautifully clear hand, as the names of the contents of her jampots bore witness, but, as she confided to Tom, it was "such a job to find the next word to set down."
A group of his brothers and sisters was sitting round the table. Tea was nearly over and only the last of the second watered tea remained in the bottoms of the small glass jars and jampots which did service for teacups. Discarded crusts and lumps of sugared bread, turned brown by the tea which had been poured over them, lay scattered on the table.
The centre of this small plot had used every possible artifice to cover itself with grass, and in some places it had wonderfully succeeded, but the pieces of broken bottles, shattered jampots, and sections of crockery were so numerous that no attempt at growth could be other than tentative and unpassioned. Here, for a long time, the Philosopher marched up and down.
Rumbold, suddenly fierce and shouting and marking his point with gesticulated jampots, "you go indoors. I don't want no row with you, and I don't want you to row with me. I don't know what you're after, but I'm a peaceable man teetotaller, too, and a good thing if you was. See? You go indoors!" "You mean to say I'm asking you civilly to stop unpacking with your back to me."
Where were his visions of a quiet home in the country, of freedom from the irksome duties of society, of an obedient and devoted wife, surrounded by children and flanked by jampots?
But, if circumstances develop that convince you the child did not have any jam whatever, that day, then the jampot is no evidence at all." "And you have found empty jampots?" I asked. "I have. But, so far, I'm not sure that they are condemnatory evidence. Though, in justice to my own work, I must add, that they have every appearance of being so."
I don't want no truck with you. See? I don't like the looks of you. See? And I can't stand 'ere all day arguing. See?" Pause of mutual inspection. It occurred to Mr. Polly that probably he was to some extent in the wrong. Mr. Rumbold, blowing heavily, walked past him, deposited the jampots in his shop with an immense affectation that there was no Mr.
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