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The girl nodded. "But I shall take a tram at the end of the street," she said, rising. Mr. Jobling rose too, and all that he had ever heard or read about etiquette came crowding into his mind. A weekly journal patronized by his wife had three columns regularly, but he taxed his memory in vain for any instructions concerning brown-eyed strangers with sprained ankles.
He followed her 'ome last night, and this morning he found out all about her." The mention of Mr. Brown's name caused Mr. Jobling at first to assume an air of indifference; but curiosity overpowered him. "What lies has he been telling?" he demanded. "I don't think it's a lie, Bill," said his wife, mildly. "Putting two and two " "What did he say?" cried Mr. Jobling, raising his voice.
"Round your waist?" repeated Mrs. Jobling. "Where else should I put it?" broke in her husband, with sudden violence. His wife made no reply, but sat gazing in a hostile fashion at the bold, dark eyes and stylish hat of the visitor. "I should like to be strong," said the latter, smiling agreeably over at Mr. Jobling.
As it proceeded, the Medical Officer grew more and more joyous and red-faced, insomuch that every mouthful he ate, and every drop of wine he swallowed, seemed to impart new lustre to his eyes, and to light up new sparks in his nose and forehead. In certain quarters of the City and its neighbourhood, Mr Jobling was, as we have already seen in some measure, a very popular character.
Guppy, I don't know but what I WILL take a marrow pudding." Three marrow puddings being produced, Mr. Jobling adds in a pleasant humour that he is coming of age fast. To these succeed, by command of Mr. Smallweed, "three Cheshires," and to those "three small rums." This apex of the entertainment happily reached, Mr. I have arrived at maturity." "What do you think, now," says Mr.
I have been keeping out of the way and living cheap down about the market-gardens, but what's the use of living cheap when you have got no money? You might as well live dear." "Better," Mr. Smallweed thinks. "Certainly. It's the fashionable way; and fashion and whiskers have been my weaknesses, and I don't care who knows it," says Mr. Jobling. "They are great weaknesses Damme, sir, they are great.
"I s'pose you wouldn't like to step inside and rest for five minutes?" he said, slowly. "Oh, thank you," said the girl, gratefully; "I should like to. It it really is very painful. I ought not to have walked so far." She limped in behind Mr. Jobling, and after bowing to Mrs. Jobling sank into the easy-chair with a sigh of relief and looked keenly round the room. Mr.
Somebody got to the safe and got away with nine hundred pounds in gold and bank-notes." "I remember now," said the girl, nodding. "Did they catch them?" "No, and not likely to," was the reply. Miss Robinson opened her big eyes and looked round with an air of pretty defiance. "I am glad of it," she said. "Glad?" said Mrs. Jobling, involuntarily breaking a self-imposed vow of silence. "Glad?"
Jobling was for many reasons, and not last in the list because his connection lay principally among tradesmen and their families, exactly the sort of person whom the Anglo-Bengalee Company wanted for a medical officer. Hence he always stated the case to an inquiring patient, after this manner: 'Why, my dear sir, with regard to the Anglo-Bengalee, my information, you see, is limited; very limited.
Jobling. "I really don't know but what I WILL take summer cabbage." And cabbage produced. "I am growing up, Guppy," says Mr. Jobling, plying his knife and fork with a relishing steadiness. "Glad to hear it." "In fact, I have just turned into my teens," says Mr. Jobling. He says no more until he has performed his task, which he achieves as Messrs.
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