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"No, Jemimar, nothing will ever convince me that there are any savages so depravated as to prefer a slice of 'uman flesh to a good beefsteak, an' it's my belief that that himperent Irishman, Larry O'Ale, inwented it all to gammon us."
Commenting on his sudden departure, two days afterwards, Maryann said, in strict confidence, to her bosom friend "Jemimar," that she "know'd it would 'appen or somethink simular, for, even w'en a hinfant, he had refused to larf at her most smudgin' blandishments; and that she knew somethink strange would come of it, though she would willingly have given her last shilling to have prevented it, but nothink was of any use tryin' of w'en one couldn't do it, as her 'usband, as was in the mutton-pie line, said to the doctor the night afore he died, and that her 'art was quite broken about it, so it was."
Jemimar is a trump, sir, without any nonsense about her. "You said something just now about the deceased Mr Osten's estate. Can you tell me how he came by it?" "No, sir, I can't. That's the only thing that my wife 'as failed to fathom.
"Maryhann," said Jemima, solemnly, "I don't believe there's no such things as cannibals." "No more do I, Jemimar did you speak, Mr Richards?" inquired Maryann, with a sudden assumption of dignity.
"Yes, Jemimar," said Maryann, with her mouth full of buttered toast, "I always said it, and I always thought it, and I always knowed it, that Master Will would come 'ome, and marry a sweet beautiful young lady, which 'as come true, if ever a profit spoke, since the day of Jackariah let me fill your cup, my dear, p'raps you'll 'and me the kettle, Richards."
No, Richards, mark my words, Maryhann will never marry." "`It may be so, Jemimar, says I, Did you speak, sir?" said the coachman, turning sharp round on hearing Will utter an exclamation of surprise. "Is your wife's name Jemima?" "Yes, it is; d'you 'appen to know her, too?" "Well, I think I do, if she is the same person who used to attend upon Mrs Osten a tall and thin and and somewhat "
Maryann, in talking over matters with her faithful bosom friend, was wont to say: "Yes, Jemimar, I never had two opinions about it, they're the beautifulest an' sweetest children I ever did 'ave had to do with just as Master Will, their papa, was simularly so; but I'm free to confess that they all has a surprisin' sperrit.
"Not so, Jemimar," said Maryann, with a look of offended dignity, "unwillin' to speak I am not, though unable I may be at least I was so until yesterday, but I have come to know a little more about it since Master Will came 'ome while I chanced to be near " Maryann hesitated a moment, and Richards, through a mouthful of toast, muttered "the keyhole." "Did you speak, sir?" said Maryann, bridling.
Whilst they were walking, whom should they light upon but poor Orlando Crump, my successor in the perfumery and hair-cutting. "Orlando!" says Jemimarann, blushing as red as a label, and holding out her hand. "Jemimar!" says he, holding out his, and turning as white as pomatum. "SIR!" says Jemmy, as stately as a duchess. "What! madam," says poor Crump, "don't you remember your shopboy?"
'You brace up, and we'll see about that. You're all run down, that's what's wrong with you; you're all nerves, like Jemimar; you've got to brace up good and be yourself again, and then we'll talk. 'To sea, reiterated Herrick, 'to sea tonight now this moment! 'It can't be, my son, replied the captain firmly. 'No ship of mine puts to sea without provisions, you can take that for settled.
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