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Pull out the ten shillings! for I've made up my mind to appear before the Bangbury public on Garryowen's back, as six women at once. We'd got bits of remnants, and old dresses and things to make and alter, but hadn't anybody clever enough at cutting out, and what they call 'Costoom, to do what Peggy wanted Jubber being too stingy to pay the regular people who understand such things.
Sir John Pocklington was, on the contrary, the dirty little snuffy man who cried out so about the bad quality of the beer, and grumbled at being overcharged three-halfpence for a herring, seated at the next table to Jubber on the day when some one pointed the Baronet out to me. Take a different sort of mystery.
Then he suddenly rose; and, moving down to a bench close against the low partition which separated the ring from the audience, fixed his eyes intently on a doorway opposite to him, overhung by a frowzy red curtain with a tinsel border. From this doorway there now appeared Mr. Jubber himself, clothed in white trousers with a gold stripe, and a green jacket with military epaulettes.
The gallant officer's speech was received with tremendous cheers. Mr. Hicks, Croupier, in a brilliant and energetic manner, proposed Miss Fotheringay's health. Captain Costigan returned thanks in a speech full of feeling and eloquence. Mr. Jubber proposed the Drama and the Chatteris Theatre, and Mr.
The new Shakespeare when he comes along will probably be called Grubb or Jubber, if he isn't Jones. With a name like yours I might have a chance. You should be the poet." "I'm very fond of reading," said Dickson modestly. A slow smile crumpled Mr. Heritage's face. "There's a fire in the smoking-room," he observed as he rose. "We'd better bag the armchairs before these fishing louts take them."
"Not appear again? not appear to-night in my circus? Why, hang me! if I don't think you're trying to be funny all of a sudden! Alter my bills eh? Not bad! Upon my soul, not at all bad for a parson! Give us another joke, sir; I'm all attention." And Mr. Jubber put his hand to his ear, grinning in a perfect fury of sarcasm. "I am quite in earnest," said the rector.
Jubber, fearing another failure, took her away with him while there was a chance of making a creditable exit. As she was led across the ring, the child looked intently at Valentine. There was terror in her eyes terror palpable enough to be remarked by some of the careless people near Mr. Blyth. "Poor little thing! she seems frightened at the man in the fine green jacket," said one.
With this peroration Mr. Jubber took his pupil out of the ring, amid the most vehement cheering and waving of hats and handkerchiefs. He was too much excited by his triumph to notice that the child, as she walked after him, looked wistfully to the last in the direction by which Valentine had gone out. "The public like excitement," soliloquized Mr. Jubber, as he disappeared behind the red curtain.
"You might fire off a cannon, ladies and gentlemen," said Mr. Jubber, "and it wouldn't make her start till after she'd smelt the smoke!" To the credit of the Rubbleford audience, the majority of them declined making any practical experiments to test the poor child's utter deafness.
"I waited as she told me; and she called for Jubber, just as if he'd been her servant; and he come out of the circus. 'I want ten shillings advance of wages for that lady on the trunk, says Peggy. He laughed at her. 'Show your ugly teeth at me again, says she, 'and I'll box your ears.
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