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Jubber; and was about to return straight to the rectory, when he heard a breathless voice behind him, calling: "Stop, sir! oh, do please stop for one minute!" He turned round. A buxom woman in a tawdry and tattered gown was running towards him as fast as her natural impediments to quick progression would permit.
Jubber made an apology, saying that the extreme enthusiasm of the reception accorded to his pupil had shaken her nerves; and then signed to her, with a benevolent smile, but with a very sinister expression in his eyes, to try another trick. She succeeded in this; but still showed so much hesitation, that Mr.
She started as she recognized his face, and made a step forward to get nearer to him; but was stopped by Mr. Jubber, who saw that the people immediately in front of her were holding out their hands to write on her slate, and have her cards dealt round to them in their turn.
Jubber being himself the father of a family, ventures to think that these little particulars may prove of some interest to an Intelligent, a Sympathetic, and a Benevolent Public.
"Leave everything to me, and sit down again," said the rector kindly. Then, turning to Vance, he added: "Show Mr. Jubber into the cloak-room, and say I will be with him directly." "Now, Mrs. In the first place, were you not a witness, last night, of his cruel ill-usage of that poor child? "Oh, indeed he did, sir! beat her most cruelly with a cane." "And you saw it all yourself?" "I did, sir.
I never remember wanting to throw a rotten egg at any of my fellow-creatures before; but I feel certain that I should enjoy having a shy at Mr. Jubber!" "Gently, Valentine gently," interposed the rector. "I think, my love," he continued, turning to Mrs. Joyce, "that it is hardly considerate to Mrs. Peckover to expect her to comply with your request.
All I want to say is this: you must never take that little angel of a child near Jubber again no, never! By heavens! if I thought he was likely to touch her any more, I should go mad, and murder him! Let me alone, doctor! I beg Mrs. Joyce's pardon for behaving like this; I'll never do it again. Be quiet, all of you! I must take the child home with me oh, Mrs. Peckover, don't, don't say no!
Throughout the delivery of this speech, violent indignation, ungovernable surprise, abject terror, and impotent rage ravaged by turns the breast of Mr. Jubber. He stamped about the room, and uttered fragments of oaths, but did not otherwise interrupt Dr. Joyce, while that gentleman was speaking to him. When the rector had done, the fellow had his insolent answer ready directly.
He had his hat on, and was sulkily running his dirty fingers through the greasy black ringlets that flowed over his coat-collar, when Doctor Joyce entered the cloak-room. "You wished to speak with me?" said the rector, not sitting down himself, and not asking Mr. Jubber to sit down. "Oh! you're Doctor Joyce?" said the fellow, assuming his most insolent familiarity of manner directly.
Jubber presented, to all appearance, the most scoundrelly aspect that humanity can assume, when he was clothed in his evening uniform, and illuminated by his own circus lamplight, he nevertheless reached an infinitely loftier climax of blackguard perfection when he was arrayed in his private costume, and was submitted to the tremendous ordeal of pure daylight.
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