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Mosk made no defence; he did not even offer a remark; but, accepting his fate with sullen apathy, sunk into a lethargic, unobservant state, out of which nothing and no person could arouse him. His brain appeared to have been stunned by the suddenness of his calamity.
'Your worthy landlady mentioned several houses in which you were in the habit of seeing sick people amongst others this hotel. 'Mrs Mosk is very ill. I have been seeing her, said Gabriel, shortly. 'Ay! ay! you have been seeing Mrs Mosk! Gabriel changed colour and cast another glance towards the bar, for the significance of Cargrim's speech was not lost on him.
'Oh, merciful God, have pity upon this most unhappy man sunk in the pit of sin. Let the Redeemer, Thy only begotten Son, stretch out His saving Mosk began to sing a comic song in a harsh voice. 'His saving hand, oh God, to drag this poor soul from perdition. Let him call upon Thy most Holy Name out of the low dungeon. Cut him not off in the
Finally Miss Whichello's real reason for calling came out by degrees, and in true feminine fashion she approached the main point by side issues. 'Is your father in, Miss Mosk? she asked, clasping and unclasping her hands feverishly on her lap. 'No, Miss Whichello. He rode over this afternoon to Southberry on business, and we do not expect him back till to-morrow morning.
You go home and lie down, Gabriel. 'Not just now. I must walk up to the palace. 'Hum! The bishop will be in a fine way about this murder. It's years since anyone got killed here. I hope they'll catch the wretch as shot Jentham, though I can't say I liked him myself. 'I hope they will catch him, replied Gabriel, mechanically. 'Good-day, Miss Mosk! I shall call and see your mother to-morrow.
You can rest easy on that score, Miss Whichello. But my advice is, don't pick him up out of the mire; he'll only fall back into it again. 'You have a bad opinion of him, Miss Mosk. 'The very worst, replied Bell, conducting her guest to the door; 'he's a gaol-bird and a scallywag, and all that's bad. Well, good-night, Miss Whichello, and thank you for the jelly.
The bishop was essentially a fair dealer, and not the man to do things by halves, therefore it occurred to him that, as he had consented to George's marriage with Mab, he was bound in all honour to deliberate on the position of his youngest son with regard to Miss Mosk.
Mosk inwardly cursed the visitor for making this modest request, as he detested parsons on account of their aptitude to make teetotalers of his customers. He was a brute in his way, and a Radical to boot, so if he had dared he would have driven forth Cargrim with a few choice oaths.
'Part, repeated Bell, firmly, 'and for ever. Gabriel's head drooped on his breast, and he sighed as one, long past tears, who hears the clods falling on the coffin in which his beloved lies. He and Bell Mosk were seated in the little parlour at the back of the bar, and they were alone in the house, save for one upstairs, in the room of Mrs Mosk, who watched beside the dead.
'If the old cats of the town saw you and I walking along on Sunday night, said she, at the door of the vestry, 'they would screech out that we were keeping company, and in any case would couple our names together. If they did, father would make it so warm for me that I should have to tell the truth, and then well, added Miss Mosk, with a brilliant smile, 'you know his temper and my temper.
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