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It was well for them that they were so small, for Quillpen obtained his starvelihood by driving the quill for Mr. Latitat at four hundred dollars a year, to which Mrs. Quillpen added, from time to time, certain little sums derived from making shirts and overalls at the rate of about ten cents the million stitches. Whether Mr.
I would traverse your indictment, demur to your plea, bring my writ of error, nonsuit you. Sir, I would ca sa fi fa you. I would bar you. I would latitat you, replevin you, refalo you. I would have my non est inventus, my alias, and pluries, and pluries, and pluries, ad infinitum. I would have you in trover; in detinue; I would send your loving friend Richard Roe to you. I would eject you.
Latitat. "There'll be nothing for the stockings, Meg," said he, "unless what the poor children put in ours." "I am very sorry," said his wife, who bore the announcement much better than he anticipated; "but we'll have a happy New Year for all that."
"No, sir; no, sir; that's not it," Simon hastened to say. "I hain't got narry bill standing. I pay as I go. Cash takes the lot!" "None of your coarse, vulgar slang to me!" said Latitat. "Reserve it for your loose companions. If not to pay bills, what for?" "Please, sir, we, that is Mrs. Q. and myself, want to put something in the children's stockings, sir."
Lucius Latitat, either deeply engaged in the solution of some vast legal problem, or calculating the interest on an outstanding note, or consulting with chuckling delight a list of mortgages to be foreclosed.
Latitat, suddenly and queerly, assuming the very voice and look of the nautical brother of the preceding evening. While Simon stared his eyes out of his head, Mr. Latitat informed him that he had no brother that he had disguised himself for the purpose of putting his clerk's long-tried fidelity to a final test, and, that sustained triumphantly, had rewarded him in the manner we have seen.
Latitat was able to pay more was a question that never entered the minute brain of Simon Quillpen; for he had so humble an opinion of his own merits, and was always so contented and cheerful, that he regarded his salary as enormous, and was wont playfully to sign little confidential notes Croesus Quillpen and Girard Quillpen, and on rare convivial occasions would sometimes style himself Baron Rothschild.
And mind and be here early to-morrow morning. Nothing like beginning the New Year well. Good night." "Mr. Latitat, sir!" cried Quillpen, with desperate resolution, as he saw the great man about to disappear "please, sir could you let me have a little money to-night?" "Why! what do you want of money?" retorted the lawyer. "O! I 'spose you have a host of unpaid bills."
"I was going home, sir," replied Simon, with the deferential air of a very little to a very big man. "Ay going to clap on hatches and deadlights. Well, tell me one thing where-away may one find one Mr. Latitat a shore-going cove, a regular land-shark, d'ye see?" "This is Mr. Latitat's office, sir," said Simon. "Ay and is he within hail?" "No, sir, he has gone home."
"That white man," spoke the voice of Samson, within the pen, his chains rattling, "has hunderds of friends a-lookin' fur him, an' you'll ketch it if you don't let him off." "What latitat chants there?" Joe Johnson demanded of Patty Cannon. "That's my nigger, Joe," the woman answered. "Fetch him to the light."
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