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Brown, as that gentleman wafted kisses to the four winds of heaven. There was a pause, broken by a short, dry cough from the parlor window. The girl, who was almost touching the sill, started nervously. "It's only my missis," said Mr. Jobling. The girl turned and gazed in at the window. Mr. Jobling, with the stem of his pipe, performed a brief ceremony of introduction. "Good-evening," said Mrs.
Jarndyce, sir," Mr. Guppy, after a moment's consideration, began, to the great diversion of his mother, which she displayed by nudging Mr. Jobling with her elbow and winking at me in a most remarkable manner, "I had an idea that I should see Miss Summerson by herself and was not quite prepared for your esteemed presence.
Guppy of the Old Street Road, and my particular friend, Mr. Weevle. That is to say, my friend has gone by the name of Weevle, but his name is really and truly Jobling." My guardian begged them to be seated, and they all sat down. "Tony," said Mr. Guppy to his friend after an awkward silence. "Will you open the case?" "Do it yourself," returned the friend rather tartly. "Well, Mr.
Although the weather was not a patient of his, and no third party had required him to give an opinion on the case, the quick fulfilment of his prophecy may be taken as an instance of his professional tact; for, unless the threatening aspect of the night had been perfectly plain and unmistakable, Mr Jobling would never have compromised his reputation by delivering any sentiments on the subject.
Still, even after dinner, I ask myself the question, What am I to do? How am I to live? Ill fo manger, you know," says Mr. Jobling, pronouncing that word as if he meant a necessary fixture in an English stable. "Ill fo manger. That's the French saying, and mangering is as necessary to me as it is to a Frenchman. Or more so." Mr. Smallweed is decidedly of opinion "much more so."
"But there are chords in the human mind " Expressing the remainder of the desolate sentiment in rum-and- water, Mr. Guppy concludes by resigning the adventure to Tony Jobling and informing him that during the vacation and while things are slack, his purse, "as far as three or four or even five pound goes," will be at his disposal. "For never shall it be said," Mr.
Jobling disappeared, and his wife flushed darkly as he came back with his coat on and his hair wet from combing. An awkward silence ensued. "How strong your husband is!" said the girl, clasping her hands impulsively. "Is he?" said Mrs. Jobling. "He lifted me up as though I had been a feather," responded the girl. "He just put his arm round my waist and had me on my feet before I knew where I was."
I am afraid it was a case of murder, committed by a member of our profession; it was so artistically done. 'Aye! said Jonas. 'How was that? 'Why, sir, returned Jobling, 'the thing lies in a nutshell.
The evening air, pleasant in its coolness after the heat of the day, caressed his shirt-sleeved arms. Children played noisily in the long, dreary street, and an organ sounded faintly in the distance. To Mr. Jobling, who had just consumed three herrings and a pint and a half of strong tea, the scene was delightful.
Jobling, sternly. "I know how she feels. She can't help herself, but she'll get oyer it in time. I don't suppose she thinks for a moment we have noticed her her her liking for me, and I'm not going to have her feelings hurt." "What about my feelings?" demanded his wife. "You have got me," Mr. Jobling reminded her. The nine points of the law was Mrs.
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