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"I daresay you will not be sorry to have a little talk with a compatriot in your own tongue, all English as you may have grown," said the young lady presently; "and as Moggie has told me that you were in my mother's service, there is a whole volume of things which, I believe, you alone can relate to me. You shall tell me all that, one day.
He kept me playing for an hour, always something 'by special rayquist' 'Molly Dairlint, 'Moggie Moorphy's Hoom' and everything he could think of. Finally he asked me for 'Hairts Booed Doon. "As I played 'The Heart Bowed Down, tears came to the old Irishman's eyes. When I saw these, I played yet better; this piece was one of my own favorites. I felt a little peculiar myself.
But just then a gig drew up beside them, driven by an old man and laden with a couple of tin trunks and a cornucopia of a woman, who had snatched the reins out of the old man's hands. "What's this? A roup at Little Vantage! Feyther, what's happened?" The old man shook his head. "Feyther, ye niver ken onything." She raised a megaphonic voice. "Moggie! Moggie Gumley!"
The Parish household devoted every possible moment with native earnestness to the choice and the weighing of vocables. Polly Sparkes, unable to get upon the track of her missing uncle, abandoned her fiery intelligence to the missing word. The Cheeseman couple, Mrs. Bubb, nay, even Moggie the general, dared verbal conjecture and risked postage stamps.
Sally, you ain't a-goin' to school without brushin' your 'air? Do see after your sister, Janey, an' don't let her look such a slap-cabbage. Beetrice, stop that 'ollerin'; it fair mismerizes me!" Having silently thrust five letters under Mr. Gammon's door, Moggie gave a very soft tap, and half whispered a request that the lodger would repeat his orders. Mr. Gammon did so with perfect good humour.
"Go with the captain at once, René, since he wants you," interposed Molly quickly, "here comes Moggie. She will take care of me. Leave me, leave me. I feel strong again. Good-night, Captain Smith, I shall see you to-morrow?" There was a wistful query in her voice and look.
As soon as his voice had ceased that of Miss Sparkes sounded from the neighbouring bedroom. "Is that the water?" For the pleasure of the thing Moggie stood to listen, an angry grin on her flushed face. "Moggie! I'll give that little beast what for! Are you there?"
Bubb was seriously perturbed; with huffings and cuffings a most unusual thing she had just despatched her children to school, and was now in conflict with Moggie about a broken pie-dish, which the guilty general had concealed in the back-yard. A prudent man in the face of such tempers, Gammon sat down without speaking, and fell to on the viands which Mrs. Bubb also silent set before him.
Nothing wrong with our Moggie. But the captain.... I ran all the way from the Shearmans." "No accident there, I hope." "I fear there is, your honour. The captain he has been attacked this morning." "Not wounded !" exclaimed Sir Adrian. "Not dead, Renny?" "Oh no, your honour, well. But he has, I fear, killed one of the men ... the revenue men "
On the whole Mr. Parish found life decidedly agreeable, and after a night's rest, a little worry notwithstanding, he could go to the City in the great morning procession, one of myriads exactly like him, and would hopefully dip his pen in the inkpots of Swettenham Brothers. Moggie, the general, was just coming from the public-house with two foaming jugs, one for Mrs.
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