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Jingle's face gradually relaxed; and something distantly resembling a wink quivered for an instant in his left eye. 'Very good, very good, said the little man, observing the impression he had made. 'Now, the fact is, that beyond a few hundreds, the lady has little or nothing till the death of her mother fine old lady, my dear Sir. 'OLD, said Mr. Jingle briefly but emphatically.
"You see, sir, there is the very room where the clothes were stolen." III. Jingle's Love Affairs Jingle's elopement with the spinster aunt was ingeniously contrived, but it seemed rather speculative and rash she might not have had a penny.
Dickens knew his Rochester well, even in the days when he was writing Pickwick a knowledge gained doubtless when a lad at Chatham, and Jingle's reference to "Wright's next house" is evidence of this, for there was such an hotel at the time, the owner's name of which was Wright. It was a few doors away, but was actually the next public-house, which, of course, was what was meant.
Fields, trees, and hedges, seemed to rush past them with the velocity of a whirlwind, so rapid was the pace at which they tore along. They were close by the side of the first chaise. Jingle's voice could be plainly heard, even above the din of the wheels, urging on the boys. Old Mr. Wardle foamed with rage and excitement.
The founder of the family came into Kent when Julius Caesar invaded Britain; only one member of it since who hasn't lived to eighty-five, and he was beheaded by one of the Henrys. The old lady is not seventy-three now, my dear sir." Which seems like buffooning in a man of business. Jingle's course, after he left Rochester, can be traced very readily.
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