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Jollyboy returned no answer, but sitting suddenly down on a chair, he covered his face with his hands. "She is not ill?" inquired Martin in a husky voice, while his heart beat violently. "Speak, Mr. Jollyboy, is she is she " "No, she's not ill," returned the old gentleman; "but she's " "She is dead!" said Martin, in a tone so deep and sorrowful that the old gentleman started up.
Martin's speech was cut short in consequence of his being violently throttled by Mr Jollyboy, who flung his arms round his neck and staggered recklessly about the office with him!
Arthur Jollyboy devoted to business, he accomplished as much as most men do in the course of a long day. If it had been possible for man to be ubiquitous, Mr. Jollyboy would have been so naturally; or, if not naturally, he would have made himself so by force of will. Yet he made no talk about it.
Jollyboy and Barney used to get through was quite marvellous; and the number of engagements they had during the course of a day was quite bewildering. In the existence of all men, who are not born to unmitigated misery, there are times and seasons of peculiar enjoyment.
Arthur Jollyboy, Esquire, of the Old Hulk, sat on the top of a tall three-legged stool in his own snug little office in the sea-port town of Bilton, with his legs swinging to and fro; his socks displayed a considerable way above the tops of his gaiters; his hands thrust deep into his breeches pockets; his spectacles high on his bald forehead, and his eyes looking through the open letter that lay before him; through the desk underneath it; through the plank floor, cellars and foundations of the edifice; and through the entire world into the distant future beyond.
In the short time that Mr Arthur Jollyboy devoted to business, he accomplished as much as most men do in the course of a long day. If it had been possible for man be ubiquitous, Mr Jollyboy would have been so naturally; or, if not naturally, he would have made himself so by force of will. Yet he made no talk about it.
Dorothy Grumbit, whose household books he summed up; and to the satisfaction of his fast friend, Mr. Arthur Jollyboy, whose ledgers he was in that old gentleman's secret resolves destined to keep. Martin was now fourteen, broad and strong, and tall for his age. He was the idol of the school, dashing, daring, reckless, and good-natured.
I'm sorry to put you to the trouble, but of course I pay extra for fancy-work. Will six shillings a-pair do for these?" "My dear sir," said Mrs Grumbit, "it is no additional " "Well, well, never mind," said Mr Jollyboy. "Two thousand pairs, remember, as soon as possible, close knitted, plain stitch, rather coarse worsted; and don't forget the hitch, Mrs Grumbit, don't forget the hitch."
It is true she began by remarking, sadly, that he was a very bad boy; but, as she continued to talk about him, she somehow or other gave her visitor the impression that he was a very good boy! They had a wonderfully long and confidential talk about Martin, during which Mr. Jollyboy struck Mrs.
"She went about twelve months ago," replied Mr. Jollyboy. "You see, Martin, after she lost you she seemed to lose all hope and all spirit; and at last she gave up making socks for me, and did little but moan in her seat in the window and look out towards the sea. So I got a pleasant young girl to take care of her; and she did not want for any of the comforts of life.
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