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Then came a scene in which little John Bradstreet, aged nine, had part, seeing the end if not the beginning, of which Hannah Barnard "did testifye that being in my father's lott near Mr. Bradstreet's barn, did see John run after Mr. Bradstreet's fouls & throughing sticks and stones at them & into the Barne."
Then, in reply to anxious questions, he made brief report of what he had learnt at Finsbury Park. Mr. Daffy was beside himself with wrath and shame. He would pay every farthing, if he had to sell all he possessed! 'I'm so glad and so thankful you will come with me Mr. Lott. He'd care nothing for what I said; but when he sees you, and hears your opinion of him, it may have some effect.
Her master, sufficiently restored to his senses to perceive that he had not the least chance in a pugilistic encounter with Mr. Lott, drew back and seemed to hesitate. 'Answer the girl, said Mr. Lott, as he picked up his whip and examined its condition. 'Shall we have a policeman in? 'Shut the door! Charles shouted fiercely. The men gazed at each other.
Is he pleasant?" "Never saw him put out but once," answered Minikin. It sounded well. "When was that?" I asked. "All the time I've known him." My spirits continued to sink. Had I been left alone with Minikin much longer, I might have ended by following his advice, "hooking it" before Mr. Lott arrived. But the next moment I heard the other door open, and some one entered the private office.
The servant who answered the door wore a strange look, as if something had alarmed her; she professed not to know whether any one was at home, and, on going to inquire, shut the door on the visitor's face. A few minutes elapsed before Mr. Lott was admitted.
The party had scarcely reached the sand-bar before they were joined by some unexpected friends. Lincoln and Merryman, on their way to Alton, had stopped at White Hall for dinner. Across the street from the hotel lived Mr. Elijah Lott, an acquaintance of Merryman's. Mr.
Daffy showed embarrassment. 'Well, Mr. Lott, I'm sorry to say I have heard something 'Who from? 'Well it was a friend of mine perhaps I won't mention the name who came and told me something something that quite upset me. That's what I'm going to town about, Mr. Lott. I'm well, the fact is, I was going to call upon Mr. Bowles.
Though the profits may not have been so large, Lott and Co.'s dealings were not one whit more honest: I do not believe it was that which decided me. Nor do I think it was because he was Barbara's father. I never connected him, nor that good old soul, his vulgar, homely wife, in any way with Barbara. To me she was a being apart from all the world. Her true Parents!
We'd better have our talk out, Jane, now that we've begun. Better tell me all you know, my girl. Again there was a long pause; but Mr. Lott had patience, and his dogged persistency at length overcame the wife's pride. Yes, it was true that Bowles had lost money at races; he had been guilty of much selfish folly; but the ruin it had brought upon him would serve as a lesson.
Daffy was there before him; they met at the entrance to the platform from which their train would start. 'Must you go back by this? asked the tailor. 'My son wasn't at home, and won't be till about five o'clock. I should be terribly obliged, Mr. Lott, if you could stay and go to Clapham with me. Is it asking too much? The timber-merchant gave a friendly nod, and said it was all the same to him.
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