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Updated: June 16, 2025
'What should you say to a drop o' beer, gen'l'm'n? suggested the mottled-faced man. 'And a little bit o' cold beef, said the second coachman. 'Or a oyster, added the third, who was a hoarse gentleman, supported by very round legs. 'Hear, hear! said Pell; 'to congratulate Mr. Weller, on his coming into possession of his property, eh? Ha! ha! 'I'm quite agreeable, gen'l'm'n, answered Mr.
He pointed a wavering finger, with a glistening, highly polished nail on it, toward the opposite side of the street; there the park came right up to the sidewalk and ended. They went, and in a minute all three of them were grouped close up to the shrub-lined boundary. The mottled-faced man was in the middle.
Pell had accidentally caught; on which, the mottled-faced man, whose apprehension of matters in general was of a foggy nature, moved uneasily in his seat, and opined that, indeed, so far as that went, there was no saying how things was brought about; which observation, involving one of those subtle propositions which it is difficult to encounter in argument, was controverted by nobody.
After some rather tumultuous toasting of the Chief Commissioner and Mr. Solomon Pell, who had that day displayed such transcendent abilities, a mottled-faced gentleman in a blue shawl proposed that somebody should sing a song.
'Wot place is this here? whispered the mottled-faced gentleman to the elder Mr. Weller. 'Counsel's Office, replied the executor in a whisper. 'Wot are them gen'l'men a-settin' behind the counters? asked the hoarse coachman. 'Reduced counsels, I s'pose, replied Mr. Weller. 'Ain't they the reduced counsels, Samivel?
Here we smell turf-smoke again, and see a cabin-row that is Sallinbeg, and hence the road strikes north-westward in among the mountains, where a few mottled-faced sheep peer down over it from their smooth green walks, but do not care to trust their black velvet legs upon it.
Pell drew out a pocket-handkerchief, when he came to the word weep, but he made no further use of it than to wipe away a slight tinge of rum which hung upon his upper lip. 'I saw it in the ADVERTISER, Mr. Weller, continued Pell. 'Bless my soul, not more than fifty-two! Dear me only think. These indications of a musing spirit were addressed to the mottled-faced man, whose eyes Mr.
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