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But Miss Miggs, who was particularly tender of her reputation, immediately fell upon her knees and began to scream very loud, crying, 'What will become of me! 'Where is my Simmuns! 'Have mercy, good gentlemen, on my sex's weaknesses! with other doleful lamentations of that nature, which she delivered with great propriety and decorum.
'Go thy ways, Sim, go thy ways, said the locksmith, as soon as he could speak. 'I have done my best for thee, poor lad, and would have saved thee, but the rope is round thy neck, I fear. So saying, and shaking his head in a very sorrowful and disconsolate manner, he turned back, and soon re-entered his own house, where Mrs Varden and the faithful Miggs had been anxiously expecting his return.
Their plottings and schemes are known to me and Miggs. If you want information of 'em, apply to us. Put Joseph Willet down, sir. Destroy him. Crush him. And be happy.
'You needn't cry, Miggs, said Mrs Varden, herself in tears; 'you needn't be ashamed of it, though your poor mistress IS on the same side. Miggs howled at this remark, in a peculiarly dismal way, and said she knowed that master hated her. That it was a dreadful thing to live in families and have dislikes, and not give satisfactions.
"Don't you know me, missus?" "It ain't likely I'd furgit you, Noah Hawker! What d'ye want?" "A lodging, Mrs. Miggs," he replied. "Is my old room to let?" he added eagerly. "It's been empty a week, but what's that to you? I won't 'ave no jail-bird in my 'ouse. I'm a respectable woman, an' I won't be disgraced again by the likes of you." "Come, stow that!
He had planned his course of procedure when the door opened to his knock, and Mrs. Miggs revealed her distrustful countenance. Nevill tendered her half a sovereign on the spot, and asked to see the room lately occupied by Mr. Noah Hawker. "It's a private matter," he explained. "Yes, I know that Mr. Hawker has just been arrested and taken away.
In fact, Dolly had thrown herself upon the sofa, quite regardless of all the little finery of which she had been so proud in the morning, and with her face buried in her hands was crying very much. To all such propositions Miggs assented freely.
"Pa had him a spread down near th’ San Sabe ’fore th’ Comanches came. He was Anson, too—in th’ Rangers for a while, Pa was." "Tall man, with a lot of freckles and red hair? Best rider in Miggs’ Company——" It was half question, half assertion. "You knew Pa!" Anse shouldered past Drew. "That was Pa right enough. He rode with Lieutenant Miggs in the Mex War." Hunt Rennie was smiling.
Upon my soul I don't know. Do you know, child? Damme! cried the locksmith, plucking at his wig in a kind of frenzy, 'nobody does know, I verily believe, but Miggs! 'Miggs, said Mrs Varden faintly, and with symptoms of approaching incoherence, 'is attached to me, and that is sufficient to draw down hatred upon her in this house. She is a comfort to me, whatever she may be to others.
"Forty, and I look it!" he said, pinching his chin with his thumb and forefinger, and turning his cheek so that the light would fall on the few gray hairs about his temples. "That beggar Miggs said so yesterday at the club. By gad, how pretty she was, and how her eyes snapped! I didn't think it was in her!"
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