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Steel had just finished his dinner when Marley rang him up. "Are you there? Yes, I have seen Walen. Your suggestion was quite right. Customer had seen cigar-case exactly like it in Lockhart's, only too dear. Walen dealt with some manufacturers and got case down. Oh, no, never saw customer again. That sort of thing happens to shopkeepers every day. Yes.
Mossa and produce the cigar-case lying on the table before you. From that case you produce notes sufficient to discharge your debt Bank of England notes, the numbers of which, I need hardly say, are in my possession. The money is produced from the case yonder, which case we know was sold to the injured man by Mr. Walen." Marley made a long and significant pause. Steel nodded.
Elsie Marley half smiled. "Oh, no," she declared. But the other was determined not to take any undue advantage. "Now listen," she said; "if after you see Uncle John you don't fancy him, just say the word or nudge me or wink and I'll swap back without a word. I'll simply step up and say, 'Oh, Uncle John, you've kissed the wrong girl! though, of course, he may be too dignified to kiss at a train.
Marley has been dead these seven years," Scrooge replied. "He died seven years ago, this very night." "We have no doubt his liberality is well represented by his surviving partner," said the gentleman, presenting his credentials. It certainly was; for they had been two kindred spirits. At the ominous word "liberality," Scrooge frowned, and shook his head, and handed the credentials back.
Which accounts for the fact that the name of Marley can no longer be found on the rolls of the Z. P. But all this is sadly anticipating. Obviously, you will say, a force recruited from such dissimilar sources must be a thing of wide and sundry experience. And obviously you are right.
But there was no blinking the fact that Cousin Julia's heart was so bound up in her that the discovery of her duplicity would wound her cruelly; indeed, Elsie couldn't bear to contemplate what it would mean to her. As for Elsie Marley she was apparently, for her part, equally bound up in the Middletons, and the shock and change would be terribly painful to her.
He was proud of his name, and brought it out now with a kind of flourish. "Where do you live?" went on the officer, while the crowd pressed closer to hear the replies. "At Marley." "You don't look like a boy who would break windows for the fun of it." "Of course I wouldn't, and when my brother hears of this outrage he'll raise a big fuss over it. He's a lawyer and knows how to do it."
"The other day, young Saunders, Gregson, and myself were discussing which of us was the best shot, and best at a race and a jump. `Well, said I, `we can easily put it to the test. Let us meet to-morrow on Marley Heath and have it out. So we brought our guns with us next day; and Saunders and Gregson brought a few other fellows with them to look on and see all fair.
It isn't saying much; but I never had such a plot as you have given me!" Rachel shook her head in a last disclaimer as she moved away with the Vicar of Marley. "Oh, Mr. Langholm, do you write books?" asked the schoolgirl, with round blue eyes. "For my sins," he confessed. "But do you prefer an ice, or more strawberries and cream?" "Neither, thank you.
MARLEY was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Mind!
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