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Fathom could not help laughing at the proposal, to which, however, he objected on account of Minikin's delicate constitution, which might suffer more detriment from breathing in an atmosphere of sulphur than from the discharge of a pistol, or the thrust of a small sword.
Kelver Mr. Paul Kelver. "Minikin's my name," he returned, "Sylvanus Minikin. You don't happen by any chance to know what you've come for, I suppose?" Looking at his body, my inclination was to pick my way among the goods that covered the floor and pull his ears for him. From his grave and massive face, he might, for all I knew, be the head clerk. "I have called to see Mr.
The mussel-shells, according to Minikin's explanation, represented the transports, the oyster-shells were considered as the men-of-war that covered the troops in landing, and the pieces of card exhibited the different bodies into which the army was formed upon its disembarkation.
The mussel-shells, according to Minikin's explanation, represented the transports, the oyster-shells were considered as the men-of-war that covered the troops in landing, and the pieces of card exhibited the different bodies into which the army was formed upon its disembarkation.
"Then 'e don't know the worst," said Jarman. "A hundred and sixty pounds of 'er, and still growing! Bit of a load for 'im, ain't it?" "Some of 'em do have luck," was Minikin's rejoinder. Jarman leant forward and took further stock for a few seconds of his new acquaintance. "That's a fine 'ead of yours," he remarked; "all your own?
"Proud to meet you," said Jarman. "Glad to hear it," said Minikin. "Don't look as if you'd got much else to be stuck up about." "Don't mind him," I explained to Jarman. "He was born like it." "Wonderful gift" replied Jarman. "D'ye know what I should do if I 'ad it?" He did not wait for Minikin's reply. "'Ire myself out to break up evening parties. Ever thought of it seriously?"
"Don't be ungrateful and look thin on it." Outside the door I heard Mr. Lott's shrill voice demanding to know where postage stamps were to be found. "At the Post-office," was Minikin's reply. The hours were long in fact, we had no office hours; we got away when we could, which was rarely before seven or eight but my work was interesting.
Fathom could not help laughing at the proposal, to which, however, he objected on account of Minikin's delicate constitution, which might suffer more detriment from breathing in an atmosphere of sulphur than from the discharge of a pistol, or the thrust of a small sword.
Anything was better than return to the Reading Rooms, and the empty days full of despair. I accepted, and it was agreed that I should come the following Monday morning. "Nabbed?" was Minikin's enquiry on my return to the back office for my hat. I nodded. "What's he wasting on you?" "Fifteen shillings a week," I whispered. "Felt sure somehow that he'd take a liking to you," answered Minikin.
During the night my head appeared to have grown considerably. I wondered idly for the moment whether I had not made a mistake and put on Minikin's; if so, I should be glad to exchange back for my own. This thing I had got was a top-heavy affair, and was aching most confoundedly. Suddenly the recollection of the previous night rushed at me and shook me awake.
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