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Jiffin is not the only great donkey in the world. Richard Hare, meanwhile, had entered his mother's presence. She was sitting at the open window, the justice opposite to her, in an invalid chair, basking in the air and the sun. This last attack of the justice's had affected the mind more than the body.
Jiffin in his agony and horror. You might have wrung every thread he had on. "You don't mean to imply that you give me up Miss Afy?" he jerked out, unevenly. "Well, yes, I do," replied Afy. "It's as good to be plain, and then there can be no misapprehension. I'll shake hands now with you, Jiffin, for the last time; and I am very sorry that we both made such a mistake." Poor Jiffin looked at her.
I was told yesterday that Afy Hallijohn, dressed up to a caricature, was looking after me again. It won't do, Afy." "Oh-o-o-oh!" sobbed Afy, growing hysterical, "and is this to be all my recompense for the years I have spent pining after you, keeping single for your sake!" "Recompense! Oh, if you want that, I'll get my mother to give Jiffin her custom."
Jiffin had not seen Afy for some days had never been able to come across her since the trial at Lynneborough. Every evening had he danced attendance at her lodgings, but could not get admitted. "Not at home not at home," was the invariable answer, though Afy might be sunning herself at the window in his very sight. Mr.
"And he's as simple as a calf," thought she. "The greatest pleasure I have in life, Miss Hallijohn, is to see you go by the shop window," continued Mr. Jiffin. "I'm sure it's like as if the sun itself passed." "Dear me!" bridled Afy, with a simper, "I don't know any good that can do you. You might have seen me go by an hour or two ago if you had possessed eyes.
"Oh, it is you!" said Afy, freezingly, when compelled to acknowledge him, but his offered hand she utterly repudiated. "Really, Mr. Jiffin, I should feel obliged if you would not come out to me in this offensive and public manner." Mr. Jiffin grew cold. "Offensive! Not come out?" gasped he. "I do trust I have not been so unfortunate as to offend you, Miss Afy!"
"I thought I'd play off a joke upon you, so I came out this afternoon and did it." Mr. Jiffin clasped his hands. "Was it a joke" he returned, trembling with agitation, uncertain whether he was in paradise or not. "Are you still ready to let me call you mine?" "Of course it was a joke," said Afy. "What a soft you must have been, Mr. Jiffin, not to see through it!
How is Mr. Jiffin?" "Oh, the wretch!" shrieked Afy. "Is it possible that you can have fallen into the popular scandal that I have anything to say to him? You know I'd never demean myself to it. That's West Lynne all over! Nothing but inventions in it from week's end to week's end. A man who sells cheese! Who cuts up bacon! Well, I am surprised at you, Mr. Richard!"
Jiffin, quite lost in the contemplation of Afy's numerous attractions, unusually conspicuous as they were. "Had I known that you were abroad, Miss Hallijohn, and enjoying a holiday, perhaps I might have done it, too, in the hope of coming across you somewhere or other." His words were bona fide as his admiration. Afy saw that, so she could afford to treat him rather de haut en bas.
Joe Jiffin, wiping his wet face as he gazed after her, instantly wished that he could be nailed up in one of his pickled pork barrels, and so be out of his misery. "That's done with, thank goodness," soliloquized Afy. "Have him, indeed. After what Richard let out on the trial. As if I should look after anybody less than Dick Hare! I shall get him, too.
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