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Updated: June 4, 2025
There was a moment's silence, when she suddenly rose and offered me a seat, remarking, as she did so, that "Sisteh Ma'y Ann Jinkins ca'in' on so" made her forget her manners. "What is the matter?" said I. "I dunno, seh, 'cep'n' she's mad 'cause docteh won't leave heh stay and talk to Mist' Wheatley; he made heh go, an' I s'pose hit kindeh put heh out." "What was she doing?"
"Well, y-e-es, seh," replied Thomas, after reflecting awhile. "I hain't got nuth'n' 'g'in' Ailse; she's quite, an' ohdaly, a good cook, an' laundriss, an' she's a lady, an' all that, but sh' ain't not to say what you'd call a giftid 'oman." "Like Sister Mary Ann Jinkins, eh?" "Egg-zac'ly, seh. Mist' Dunkin, you put hit kehrec', seh.
The bottle of wine was Mr Pecksniff's treat, and they were very sociable indeed; though full of lamentations on the necessity of parting. While they were in the midst of their enjoyment, old Anthony and his son were announced; much to the surprise of Mr Pecksniff, and greatly to the discomfiture of Jinkins.
The sketchy nephew hinted that he might have fallen off a bridge. The wrath of Mr Spottletoe resisted all the entreaties of his wife. Everybody spoke at once, and Miss Pecksniff, with clasped hands, sought consolation everywhere and found it nowhere, when Jinkins, having met the postman at the door, came back with a letter, which he put into her hand.
"A Cymro bach I see," the woman cried. "How was you?" "Peeped did I on your name on the sign. Shall I say you are Mistress Jinkins?" "Iss, indeed, man." "What about affairs these close days?" "Busy we are. Why for you ask? Trade you do in milk?" "Blurt did I for nothing," Evan replied. "No odds, little man. Ach y fy, jealous other milkmen are of us. There's nasty some people are."
Mr Jinkins volunteered to take a cab, and seek him at the newly-furnished house. The strong-minded woman administered comfort to Miss Pecksniff. 'It was a specimen of what she had to expect. It would do her good. It would dispel the romance of the affair. The red-nosed daughters also administered the kindest comfort. 'Perhaps he'd come, they said.
How tid Yinkins know anyting 'bout the Shquire's bayin' me dree huntert in te hard gash hey?" "Some scoundrels down in these 'ere parts is a-layin' in with Jinkins Run, I'll bet a hoss," said Pete. Ralph wondered whether he'd bet the one with the white left forefoot and the white nose.
Mr Jinkins it may be added, was much the oldest of the party; being a fish-salesman's book-keeper, aged forty. He was the oldest boarder also; and in right of his double seniority, took the lead in the house, as Mrs Todgers had already said.
But at that juncture they were disturbed by the sound of voices in dispute; and as it proceeded from the next room, the subject matter of the altercation quickly reached their ears. 'I don't care that! Mrs Todgers, said the young gentleman who had been the youngest gentleman in company on the day of the festival; 'I don't care THAT, ma'am, said he, snapping his fingers, 'for Jinkins.
And now the day was coming on, when that bright vision which had burst on Todgers's so suddenly, and made a sunshine in the shady breast of Jinkins, was to be seen no more; when it was to be packed, like a brown paper parcel, or a fish-basket, or an oyster barrel or a fat gentleman, or any other dull reality of life, in a stagecoach and carried down into the country.
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