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Personally, nothing would have given him greater pleasure than to die among the dear friends who now surrounded him. But there was such a thing as duty, and he and the Signora had come to the conclusion that true happiness could only be obtained by acting according to one's conscience, even if it made one miserable. Jarman, warming to his work, then proposed the health of Mrs.
Let the man alone stop yer pullin I'll bust yer ear for yer yet. My Cot, my Cot, what tam dimes dese 'lections is. Well yez crowd a poor Jarman till death, yer d d spalpanes, yez? Sen Coff Senterberry and Coffinter Working Men's Repub Dem-whoop-h- l-whooray-bully-y-e-o-u-c-h!!
Jarman, who now that he had "got even" with Minikin, was more friendly disposed towards that young man, drew his chair closer to him and entered upon a private and confidential argument, from which I appeared to be entirely excluded. "You see," explained Jarman, "this ain't an ordinary case. This chap's going to be the future Poet Laureate.
It will explain slight errors of English grammar and all peculiarities of accent. They shall be our lions. You leave it to me. We will invite commonplace, middle-class folk to meet them." And this, to my terror and alarm, Dan persisted in doing. Jarman entered into the spirit of the joke with gusto.
Peedles, speaking without rising, from personal observation in the daytime which she hoped would not be deemed a liberty; literature, even in manuscript, being, so to speak, public property found herself in a position to confirm all that Mr. Jarman had remarked. Speaking as one not entirely without authority on the subject of literature and the drama, Mrs.
Peedles could say that passages she had read had struck her as distinctly not half bad. Some of the love-scenes, in particular, had made her to feel quite a girl again. How he had acquired such knowledge was not for her to say. Cries of "Naughty!" from Jarman, and "Oh, Mr. Kelver, I shall be quite afraid of you," roguishly from Miss Sellars.
"She can look after herself, mind you. Don't you go doing 'er any injustice." "He could change his name," suggested Minikin. "'Ow could 'e get a crib?" asked Jarman; "no character, no references." "I've got it," cried Jarman, starting up; "the stage!" "Can he act?" asked Minikin. "Can do anything," retorted my supporter, "that don't want too much sense. That's 'is sanctuary, the stage.
There were those who held the angle of her dignity to be exaggerated. Jarman would beg her for her own sake to be more careful lest one day she should fall down backwards and hurt herself. On the other hand, her bearing was certainly calculated to check familiarity.
Thus, when about to begin "The Lifeboat," I went to Ramsgate, and, for some time, was hand and glove with Jarman, the heroic coxswain of the Ramsgate boat, a lion-like as well as lion-hearted man, who rescued hundreds of lives from the fatal Goodwin Sands during his career.
Jarman did not laugh. "If you had told me," he said gravely, "I could have kept watch for you with my glass while you were there. I could see further than you." "Tould you see US?" asked the little girl, with hopeful vivacity. "No!" said Jarman, with masterly evasion. "There are little sandhills between this and the beach." "Then how tould other people see us?" persisted the child.
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