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"Are you all ready, Moggy?" said Smallbones. "Back him a little more on the block, corporal, for I won't leave him an inch if I can help it," said Moggy; "and stand further back, all of you."
"A Jew of the name of Lazarus, residing in Little Orange Street, at the back of the Point, your majesty." "Do you know any of the names of the conspirators?" "I do not, your majesty, except a woman, who is very active one Moggy Salisbury her husband, not a month back, was the boatswain of the cutter, but by some interest or another, he has obtained his discharge."
Fairfield was a great author and a great poet, what the borough of Lansinere wanted was, not a member who would pass his time in writing sonnets to Peggy or Moggy, but a practical man of business, a statesman, such a man as Mr. Audley Egerton, a gentleman of ancient birth, high standing, and princely fortune. The member for such a place as Lansmere should have a proper degree of wealth." Mr.
The reader may not, perhaps, be aware who this gay widow might be. It was Nancy Corbett, who had, by the advice of Lady Alice, taken this step to entrap Mr Vanslyperken. Nancy had obtained from Moggy all the particulars of the lieutenant's wooing of the widow Vandersloosh, and his character as a miser and a coward.
"I must say, Mr Vanslyperken," said Moggy, "it was very hard for to wish to flog my poor Jemmy for singing a song which you have just now been singing yourself." "Did he want to flog your Jemmy for that?" "Yes, he did indeed, ladies." "Then as sure as I stand here, and may this punch be my poison, if he sha'n't beg your pardon on his knees. Sha'n't he, girls?" cried Mrs Slamkoe.
"Who have we here, old Father Abraham? exclaimed a stout man, who was dressed in a buff jerkin and a pair of boots which rose above his knees. "A good man and true," replied Nancy, caking up the answer. "Why, you don't call that thing a man!" exclaimed the fierce-looking confederate with contempt. "As good a man as ever stood in your boots," replied Moggy in wrath.
Up went the chemise to the end of the pole, and Smallbones grinned as he hoisted it. "My good woman, we must obey our orders." "And I must obey mine," retorted Moggy. "Turn out the guard there." All the women now made their appearance, as had been arranged, with muskets on their shoulders, headed by little Lilly, with her drawn sword.
Corporal, lend me the cleaver." "Bravo, Smallbones, we won't peach not one of us." "I'm not sure of that," replied Moggy; "some won't, I know; but there are others who may, and then Smallbones will be keel-hauled as sure as fate, and Vanslyperken will have right on his side. No, no, Smallbones you must not do it.
The figure slowly advanced to the quarter-deck, Vanslyperken attempted to retreat, but his legs failed him, he dropped down on his knees, uttered a loud yell of despair, and then threw himself flat on the deck face downwards. Certainly, the pantomime was inimitably got up, but it had all been arranged by Moggy, the corporal, and the others.
Oh, I say, that is good! Why, Moggy, don't you remember how I remonstrated straight through your packing. Never a bit would you listen to me, and here is the result," pulling out a baggage memorandum as he spoke, and reading aloud in a lugubrious tone, "Extra weight of trunks, thirteen dollars, fifty-two cents." "Thirteen fifty," cried Imogen with a gasp.
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