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Therefore, Mrs MacStinger asserting those finest emotions of our nature, in preference to weakly gratifying her curiosity, shook and buffeted Alexander both before and during the application of the paving-stone, and took no further notice of the strangers. 'I beg your pardon, Ma'am, said Florence, when the child had found his breath again, and was using it. 'Is this Captain Cuttle's house?
The other lady, too, as well as her husband, the short gentleman with the tall hat, were plainly on guard, according to a preconcerted plan; and the wretched man was so secured by Mrs MacStinger, that any effort at self-preservation by flight was rendered futile.
'No, said Mrs MacStinger. 'Not Number Nine? asked Florence, hesitating. 'Who said it wasn't Number Nine? said Mrs MacStinger. Susan Nipper instantly struck in, and begged to inquire what Mrs MacStinger meant by that, and if she knew whom she was talking to. Mrs MacStinger in retort, looked at her all over. 'What do you want with Captain Cuttle, I should wish to know? said Mrs MacStinger.
'Oh, Cap'en Cuttle, Cap'en Cuttle, do you dare to look me in the face, and not be struck down in the berth! The Captain, who looked anything but daring, feebly muttered 'Standby! 'Oh I was a weak and trusting Fool when I took you under my roof, Cap'en Cuttle, I was! cried Mrs MacStinger.
Walter, who had by this time recovered his breath, and lost his spirits or such temporary spirits as his rapid journey had given him looked at his questioner for a moment, said 'Oh, Captain Cuttle! and burst into tears. No words can describe the Captain's consternation at this sight Mrs MacStinger faded into nothing before it.
The chief object of this institution appeared to be, that Mrs MacStinger should move all the furniture into the back garden at early dawn, walk about the house in pattens all day, and move the furniture back again after dark.
For when they got downstairs, they found that exemplary woman beating the mats on the doorsteps, with Alexander, still upon the paving-stone, dimly looming through a fog of dust; and so absorbed was Mrs MacStinger in her household occupation, that when Captain Cuttle and his visitors passed, she beat the harder, and neither by word nor gesture showed any consciousness of their vicinity.
The ceremony was concluded by a general spring of the young family on Mr Bunsby, whom they hailed by the endearing name of father, and from whom they solicited half-pence. These gushes of affection over, the procession was about to issue forth again, when it was delayed for some little time by an unexpected transport on the part of Alexander MacStinger.
That he might do it the better, Captain Cuttle sometimes condescended, of an evening after the shop was shut, to rehearse this scene: retiring into the parlour for the purpose, as into the lodgings of a supposititious MacStinger, and carefully observing the behaviour of his ally, from the hole of espial he had cut in the wall.
Presently he looked in with his pilot-coat on, and said, 'Cuttle, I'm a-going to act as convoy home; and Captain Cuttle, more to his confusion than if he had been put in irons himself, for safe transport to Brig Place, saw the family pacifically filing off, with Mrs MacStinger at their head.
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