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"If any man had told me," pursues Jobling, "even so lately as when you and I had the frisk down in Lincolnshire, Guppy, and drove over to see that house at Castle Wold " Mr. Smallweed corrects him Chesney Wold. "Chesney Wold. Jobling, taking a little rum-and-water with an air of desperate resignation; "I should have let fly at his head."
Guppy adds with emphasis, "that William Guppy turned his back upon his friend!" The latter part of the proposal is so directly to the purpose that Mr. Jobling says with emotion, "Guppy, my trump, your fist!" Mr. Guppy presents it, saying, "Jobling, my boy, there it is!" Mr. Jobling returns, "Guppy, we have been pals now for some years!" Mr. Guppy replies, "Jobling, we have."
Jobling, with a fierce glance at Mr. Brown, who was not behaving, shook it respectfully. "I'm so glad to see you again," said the girl; "I know I didn't thank you half enough the other night, but I was too upset." "Don't mention it," said Mr. Jobling, in a voice the humility of which was in strong contrast to the expression with which he was regarding the antics of Mr.
He would go to Jobling and Boulter and put the matter in their hands. He would ruin the impecunious beggar! And suddenly though what connection between the thoughts? he reflected that Irene had no money either. They were both beggars. This gave him a strange satisfaction. The silence was broken by a faint creaking through the wall. She was going to bed at last. Ah! Joy and pleasant dreams!
"I'm not so fond of telling my age to strangers." "You told mine," retorted Mr. Jobling, "and nobody asked you to do that. Very free you was in coming out with mine." "I ain't the only one that's free," breathed the quivering Mrs. Jobling. "I 'ope your ankle is better?" she added, turning to the visitor. "Much better, thank you," was the reply. "Got far to go?" queried Mrs. Jobling.
Jobling, "I don't mind it; but he might as well have died somewhere else. It's devilish odd that he need go and die at MY place!" Mr. Jobling quite resents this liberty, several times returning to it with such remarks as, "There are places enough to die in, I should think!" or, "He wouldn't have liked my dying at HIS place, I dare say!" However, the compact being virtually made, Mr.
There's something wrong with the steering-gear, and it makes a beastly grinding noise as it goes along, so Maxton christened it the 'coffee-mill. Fellows are always chaffing old Jobling about it, when they go into his shop to buy bits of leather, and asking him how much he'll take for his coffee-mill, and the old chap gets into an awful wax." "Oh, I don't care!" answered Jack.
"Well-a-day," cried Dolly; "I would not be the mistress, to rise and go to her work afore the stroke of six, and she a fine lady born and bred, for all the hats and feathers, table heads, and carriage-seats in this here world. If I ever have a word to say to Luke Jobling, I know it will be with an eye to a good long lie in the morning when he has gone to his mowing or his reaping.
Jobling, highly pleased at the impression he had made. "I'm pretty strong now; there ain't many as I'm afraid of." He bent his arm and thoughtfully felt his biceps, and Mrs. Jobling almost persuaded herself that she must be dreaming, as she saw the girl lean forward and pinch Mr. Jobling's arm. Mr. Jobling was surprised too, but he had the presence of mind to bend the other.
Her surprise when she came down again and found Mr. Jobling rearranging the furniture, and even adding a choice ornament or two from the kitchen, was too elaborate to escape his notice. "Been going to do it for some time," he remarked. Mrs. Jobling left the room and strove with herself in the scullery. She came back pale of face and with a gleam in her eye which her husband was too busy to notice.
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