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"Enormous!" said the girl, "and as hard as iron. What a prize-fighter you'd have made!" "He don't want to do no prize-fighting," said Mrs. Jobling, recovering her speech; "he's a respectable married man." Mr. Jobling shook his head over lost opportunities. "I'm too old," he remarked. "He's forty-seven," said his wife. "Best age for a man, in my opinion," said the girl; "just entering his prime.
Guppy, "about you don't mind Smallweed?" "Not the least in the worid. I have the pleasure of drinking his good health." "Sir, to you!" says Mr. Smallweed. "I was saying, what do you think NOW," pursues Mr. Guppy, "of enlisting?" "Why, what I may think after dinner," returns Mr. Jobling, "is one thing, my dear Guppy, and what I may think before dinner is another thing.
"Thank you, Guppy," says Mr. Jobling, "I really don't know but what I WILL take another." Another being brought, he falls to with great goodwill. Mr. Beholding him in which glow of contentment, Mr. Guppy says, "You are a man again, Tony!" "Well, not quite yet," says Mr. Jobling. "Say, just born." "Will you take any other vegetables? Grass? Peas? Summer cabbage?" "Thank you, Guppy," says Mr.
The only guests besides Jonas were the doctor, the resident Director, and two other gentlemen, whom Montague presented in due form. 'My dear friend, I am delighted to see you. Jobling you know, I believe? 'I think so, said the doctor pleasantly, as he stepped out of the circle to shake hands. 'I trust I have the honour. I hope so. My dear sir, I see you well. Quite well? THAT'S well!
I shouldn't like it." Mr. Jobling, past speech, stood and glared at her. Then, with an inarticulate cry, he rushed to the front door and flung it open. Miss Robinson, fresh and bright, stood smiling outside. Within easy distance a little group of neighbors were making conversation, while opposite Mr. Brown awaited events. "What d'you want?" demanded Mr. Jobling, harshly.
Jobling. "Pay for it?" inquired his wife, with a trace of anxiety. "Yes," said Mr. Jobling again. Mrs. Jobling's face relaxed. "I shouldn't like to lose it at the last moment," she said. "You 'ave been good to me lately, Bill; buying all these nice things. There's not many women have got such a thoughtful husband as what I have." "Have you gone dotty? or what?" inquired her bewildered husband.
The bottle being emptied and the story done, Jonas was in precisely the same boisterous and unusual state as when they had sat down. If, as Jobling theorized, his good digestion were the cause, he must have been a very ostrich. At dinner it was just the same; and after dinner too; though wine was drunk in abundance, and various rich meats eaten. At nine o'clock it was still the same.
Jobling squirted some oil into the bearings, knocked the dust off the cushioned seat, and remarked that a shilling an hour was the proper charge; but that, as he always favoured the Ronleigh gentlemen, he would say two shillings, and they might keep it the whole afternoon.
Jobling begins. "I mean," returns Mr. Guppy, shrugging his shoulders with becoming modesty, "that I can't make him out. I appeal to our mutual friend Smallweed whether he has or has not heard me remark that I can't make him out." Mr. Smallweed bears the concise testimony, "A few!" "I have seen something of the profession and something of life, Tony," says Mr.
"I don't suppose you ever had anything so bonny." Bet, however, was far too impatient and excited to be interested in the most beautiful purse that was ever made. "Let it be now, Will," she said. "Most like it belongs to Mrs. Jobling don't let's think of it now. Have you got the money in your pocket, Will, dear? And shall we go at once and find the parson?"
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