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But as the doubt only lasted while Lawrence Newt was unfolding a plan he had of reading books aloud with the ladies and in fact, a great many other praiseworthy plans which all implied a constant meeting with Miss Waring and Miss Wayne, Mr. Merlin did not delay his co-operation in all Mr. Newt's efforts.
But the fellers kept ordering wine, and he had to drink on; and, oh! dear, he wouldn't do so again if Fanny would only forgive him. Dear, dear Fanny, please to forgive a miserable feller! And Miss Newt's betrothed sobbed, and wept, and half writhed on the sofa in maudlin woe. Fanny stood erect, patting the floor with her foot and looking at this spectacle. She thought she had counted the cost.
It is called "Pelham," and will be amusing to read aloud in the family. Will Mr. Venables call at Carville's on his way up, have the book charged to Mr. Lawrence Newt, and present it, with Mr. Newt's compliments, to his sister?
But that was half a century ago." "Mamma," asks Ellen, full of interest in her mother's words, "but why does nobody speak to him? Why is he so alone? Had he not better have died half a century ago?" "My dear, you have seen Mrs. Beriah Dagon, an aunt of Mr. Lawrence Newt's? She was Cecilia Bunley, sister of Mary.
Apple-women and pie-men dropped in about noon, and there were plenty of cheap apples and cheap jokes when the peddlers were young and pretty. Customers came and brother merchants, who went into Mr. Lawrence Newt's room. They talked China news, and South American news, and Mediterranean news. Their conversation was full of the names of places of which poems and histories have been written.
"She had a beautiful blue ribbon, and lilies of the valley inside, and a white lace vail, and " Gabriel stopped and turned very red, for he caught Abel Newt's eyes fixed sharply upon him. "Oh ho! the text was there, was it?" asked Mr. Gray, smiling. But Abel Newt only said, quietly: "Oh well! I guess it was a blue ribbon after all."
He romps with the children, has a perfectly regulated and triumphant sliding-scale of gifts and attentions; and only this Christmas, although he is now well, Aunt Winnifred has locked up the Family Bible and begins to talk of Arthur as a young man yet only this Christmas, at Lawrence Newt's family party, at which, so nimbly did they run round, it was almost impossible to compute the actual number of Newt, and Wynne, and Bennet children Arthur Merlin brought in, during the evening, with an air of profound secrecy, something covered with a large handkerchief.
"Hallo!" said General Belch, as the messenger retired, "old Newt's smashed! However, it's a great while since he has done any thing for the party. By Jove!" The last exclamation was sudden, as if he had been struck by a happy thought. He took a fresh quid in his mouth, and, putting his hands upon his knees, sat silently for five minutes, and then said, "I have the man!"
Every morning he arrives at the store with the porter or before him. He helps him sweep and dust; and it is Gabriel who puts Lawrence Newt's room in order, laying the papers in place, and taking care of the thousand nameless details that make up comfort.
Tray, with his goose-quill in his mouth, nodding his head toward the inner office, and turning over with both hands a solid mass of leaves in his great, odoriferous red Russia book, and letting them gently down proud of being the author of that clearly-written, massive work, containing an accurate biography of Lawrence Newt's business. The youth tapped at the glass door. Mr.
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