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Jinks evidently desired to produce an impression, gazed at the cavalier with tender melancholy in her ruddy face, and especially regarded the legs of Mr. Jinks with unconcealed admiration. It was Mistress O'Calligan, the handsome ruddy lady, whom we have met with once before, on that day when Mr. Jinks, remembering O'Brallaghan's incapacity to fight, challenged that gentleman to mortal combat.
O'Brallaghan's standing in society he would not demean himself and from that moment shook the dust of his, O'Brallaghan's, establishment from his, Jinks', feet. Which declaration was accompanied with a savage kick upon the door. O'Brallaghan congratulated himself upon the extreme good fortune for himself involved in Mr.
Jinks circumstantially detailed his interview with O'Brallaghan, adding the somewhat imaginary incident of the loss of O'Brallaghan's left ear by a sweep of his, Jinks', sword. "What! you cut off his ear!" cried Ralph. "Yes, sir," replied Mr. Jinks, "close to the caitiff's head!" "Jinks! I admire you!" "It was nothing nothing, sir!" "Yes it was.
The "ah" above, represents a very deep sigh, which issued from Verty's breast, as he went along with the dignified Longears at his heels. With these exceptions, Longears was a well-behaved dog, and followed his master in a most "respectable" manner. Verty arrived at the fluttering doorway of O'Brallaghan's shop, and encountered the proprietor upon the threshold, who made him a low bow.
"Why, you are an elegant cavalier, or the devil take it! I'm just from Williamsburg from the college there; and I never saw a finer seigneur than yourself, friend Verty. An Indian!" "That's all," said Verty; "the new clothes change me. I got 'em at O'Brallaghan's." "O'Brallaghan's? The rascal! to sell my suit! That accounts for all! But I don't complain of you.
Verty entered accordingly, followed by the stately Longears, who rubbed his nose against O'Brallaghan's stockings as he passed, afterwards shaking his head, as if they were not to his taste. Verty found himself opposite to Mr. Jinks, who was driving his needle as savagely as ever, and, with a tremendous frown, chaunting the then popular ditty of the "Done-over Tailor."
Roundjacket, take this young man up to O'Brallaghan's to-morrow, and have his measure taken." "With pleasure," said Mr. Roundjacket, who had evidently taken a great liking to Verty; "what sort of clothes?" Mr. Rushton looked at the subject of the conversation. Verty was gazing through the window and dreaming.
O'Brallaghan's ambition was to succeed the lamented. He had long made unsuccessful court to the lady in vain. He suspected, not without justice, that the graceful and military Mr. Jinks had made an impression on the lady's heart, and hated Mr. Jinks accordingly. It was before the low, comfortable cottage of Mistress O'Calligan, therefore, that Mr. Jinks stopped.
Certainly not his familiar ascent to her room, on the previous day. Could it have been because she did not like him in his fine clothes? Was this latter possible? It might be. "I'll go to Mr. O'Brallaghan's and get my old suit he has not sent them yet," said Verty, aloud; "then I'll go and see Redbud just as she used to see me in old times, at Apple Orchard, when we were ah! so happy!"
Fodder, obeying the pull upon the rein, sweeped down upon O'Brallaghan's shop, and in the midst of the cries of babies, the barking of dogs, and the shrill screams of elderly ladies, entered the broad door of the clothes-warehouse, and thrust his nose into Mr. O'Brallaghan's face, just as that gentleman was cutting out the sixth pair of pantaloons for himself, in which he was to personate St.
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