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Updated: June 18, 2025
Now, God forgive me for saying so, but if this is Little Bethel's doing, I wish Little Bethel was was farther off, said Kit checking himself, and knocking at the door. A second knock brought no reply from within the house; but caused a woman over the way to look out and inquire who that was, awanting Mrs Nubbles. 'Me, said Kit.
With that he walked softly out of his pew and into his mother's, and as Mr Swiveller would have observed if he had been present, 'collared' the baby without speaking a word. 'Hush, mother! whispered Kit. 'Come along with me, I've got something to tell you. 'Where am I? said Mrs Nubbles. 'In this blessed Little Bethel, returned her son, peevishly.
But this objection, and a great many others, founded on certain articles of dress being at the wash, and certain other articles having no existence in the wardrobe of Mrs Nubbles, were overcome by Kit, who opposed to each and every of them, the pleasure of recovering Nell, and the delight it would be to bring her back in triumph.
And the parson's health too if you like. I don't bear him any malice, not I! 'Did you tell me, just now, that your master hadn't gone out to-night? inquired Mrs Nubbles. 'Yes, said Kit, 'worse luck! 'You should say better luck, I think, returned his mother, 'because Miss Nelly won't have been left alone. 'Ah! said Kit, 'I forgot that.
The remainder of that day, and the whole of the next, were a busy time for the Nubbles family, to whom everything connected with Kit's outfit and departure was matter of as great moment as if he had been about to penetrate into the interior of Africa, or to take a cruise round the world.
Now she seldom smiled or sang, and among the few bits of comedy in her sad days, were the visits of Kit Nubbles, her grandfather's errand boy, a shock-headed, shambling, comical lad, whose devotion to the beautiful child verged on worship.
He was lying on a piece of dingy ticking full of lumps and nubbles. Then, too, the boat's motion was not that of a steamer. She was neither sliding nor rolling, but rather wriggling herself about in a silly, aimless way, like a colt at the end of a halter. Water-noises ran by close to his ear, and beams creaked and whined about him.
Mrs Nubbles ironed away in silence for a minute or two, and coming to the fireplace for another iron, glanced stealthily at Kit while she rubbed it on a board and dusted it with a duster, but said nothing until she had returned to her table again: when, holding the iron at an alarmingly short distance from her cheek, to test its temperature, and looking round with a smile, she observed: 'I know what some people would say, Kit
Don't turn round as if I was talking of him, but he's a squinting at me now in the full blaze of the coach-lamp, quite awful! In spite of his mother's injunction, Kit turned sharply round to look. Mr Quilp was serenely gazing at the stars, quite absorbed in celestial contemplation. 'Oh, he's the artfullest creetur! cried Mrs Nubbles. 'But come away. Don't speak to him for the world.
By dint of ceaseless watchfulness and vigilance, at last he gained a clue to their retreat, and lost no time in following it up, taking with him Kit Nubbles, the errand-boy at the Shop in old days, who, though now in the employ of kind Mr.
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