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He had certainly achieved so much that they preferred him now to their own presidents and chairmen. There was an enthusiasm for Moggs among the labouring men of Percycross, and he was always happy while he was addressing them. But the hours in the morning were long, and sometimes melancholy. Though all the town was busy with these electioneering doings, there was nothing for him to do.
"Two hundred and seventeen pounds, three shillings and four-pence is a good deal of money for boots, Mr. Newton, You must allow that." "Indeed it is, Mr. Moggs." "There hasn't been what you may call a settlement for years. Twenty-five pounds paid in the last two years!" and Mr. Moggs as he spoke had his finger on the fatal page. "That won't do, you know, Mr. Newton; that won't do at all!" Mr.
"It mustn't be permitted!" said Captain Moggs firmly. "The ship must be examined! In our modern world, with the military situation what it is...." Soames looked at her ironically. He had metal scraps in his hand, those he'd picked up to examine as a savage might examine sawdust. There was a threadlike extension of metal from one scrap. He twisted it off and put it on his sleeve.
"Perhaps papa and Ontario Moggs may be the two members," said Clary, laughing. "If so, you must bring him down here, papa. Only he's a shoemaker." "That makes no difference in these days," said Sir Thomas. The ferns were at last unpacked, and the three girls were profuse in their thanks.
Moggs is a great card for us, Sir Thomas. There's nothing like one of them spouting fellows to overset the coach." "Mr. Westmacott is fond of that too," said Sir Thomas. "He understands. He's used to it. He does it in the proper place. Westmacott wasn't a bad member for the place; wasn't perhaps quite free enough with his money, but Westmacott was very decent."
Trigger stood together one evening looking at the legend from a distance. "Moggs and purity!" said Mr. Pile, in that tone of disgust, and with that peculiar action which had become common to him in speaking of this election. "He hasn't a ghost of a chance," said Mr. Trigger, who was always looking straight at the main point; "nor yet hasn't Westmacott." "There's worse than Westmacott," said Mr.
Moggs did not know but what the Cheshire Cheese might be very well. At any rate, he undertook to pay the bills, if Ontario, his son, were brought forward as a candidate for the borough. He lost his head so completely in the glory of the thing, that it never occurred to him to ask what might be the probable amount of the expenditure.
Neefit, the breeches-maker, and his daughter, are also good in their way, and Moggs, the daughter's lover, who was not only lover, but also one of the candidates at Percycross as well. But the main thread of the story, that which tells of the doings of the young gentlemen and young ladies, the heroes and the heroines, is not good.
The other trap has been pulled up. I can see the tracks it has left, as the animal dragged it away." "We will be after it, then," cried Moggs. "If it is another white wolf we shall be well repaid indeed for the loss of our steeds, though we have to carry our packs till we can reach the fort. Come, Laurence, help me to finish off this work."
"I reported to Washington of your willingness to work on the report, Mr. Soames," said Captain Moggs with gratification. "Your status has been clarified. The papers are on the way here now." Soames started a little. From where he stood, he could watch Mal and Hod out of a window, and by turning his eyes he could see Zani.
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