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Jobson had more occasion to restrain within the bounds of the law, than to stimulate to exertion. Old Justice Inglewood received me with great courtesy, and readily exhibited my uncle's will, which seemed to be without a flaw.
The changing currents of the mighty Mississippi have long since swallowed up that sand bar, and with it all that may have been left of the mortal remains of poor Jobson. I reached home sometime in the afternoon, relieved Bill of his equipments, put him in the stable, and fed him. No one was stirring about outside, and I walked into the house unannounced.
The gentle Jobson and the polite Parkin had retired from the correspondence with their air of mild regret and placid resignation just three days, when young Little found a dirty crumpled letter on his anvil, written in pencil. It ran thus: "Turn up or youl wish you had droped it. Youl be made so as youl never do hands turn agin, an never know what hurt you. Henry swore.
The Justice fidgeted, took snuff, and seemed considerably embarrassed, while Mr. Attorney Jobson, with all the volubility of his profession, ran over the statute of the 34 Edward III., by which justices of the peace are allowed to arrest all those whom they find by indictment or suspicion, and to put them into prison.
"Lie across a desk on your stomach, two or three hours every day, and kick out with your arms and legs." "Corks and bladders," mildly suggested some one else. "Just tumble in where you are," said Ralley, "and see if it doesn't come naturally." "Ugh!" said Jobson, with a grimace, giving a sidekick in the water in the direction of the last speaker. "I'm not sure that that dodge would pay."
"A sort of Protestant penance for my Catholic errors, I suppose," said Miss Vernon, laughing. "Well, I thank you for the information, Mr. Jobson, and will hie me home as fast as I can, and be a better housekeeper in time coming. Good-night, my dear Mr. Jobson, thou mirror of clerical courtesy." "Good-night, ma'am, and remember the law is not to be trifled with." And we rode on our separate ways.
He peeped through the window-blind at the bright sunshine outside, and then looked back at the tumbled bed. A murmur of voices downstairs apprised him that the conspirators were awaiting the result. He dressed at last and stood like a lamb a redfaced, bull-necked lamb while Mrs. Jobson fastened his collar for him.
This stately word meant six old teaspoons, very thin and bright and sharp, and a butter-knife, whose handle set forth that it was "A testimonial of gratitude, for saving the life of Ithuriel Jobson, aged seven, on the occasion of his being attacked with quinsy sore throat." Miss Petingill was very proud of her knife.
Jobson, says one of the committee, with an insinuating smile, 'give Mr. Millbank one. 'Jobson, I think you and I know each other, says a most influential supporter, with a knowing nod. 'Yes, Mr. Smith, I should think we did. 'Come, come, give us one. 'Well, I have not made up my mind yet, gentlemen.
"And yet," said Jobson, lingering as he moved towards the door, "if my presence here be necessary I could make out the warrant for committal in a moment, and the constable is below And you have heard," he said, lowering his voice, "Mr. Rashleigh's opinion" the rest was lost in a whisper.
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