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And here certain vague suspicions that had crossed Polly's mind on the night of the impromptu ball they were gone again, in an instant, quick as thistledown on the breeze these suddenly returned, life-size and weighty; and the name that was spoken came as no surprise to her. Yes, it was Mr. Henry Ocock to whom poor Agnes was attached.
What I said to Ocock was: I said, my good man, if you want your wife to get over her next confinement more quickly, keep the sherry-decanter out of her reach." Mary gasped and sank on a chair, letting her arms flop to her side. "Richard!" she ejaculated. "Oh, Richard, you never did!" "I did indeed, my dear.
Sarah has refused the most eligible offers." "Ah, but there are none here to refuse. And if you don't mind my saying so, Poll, anything in trousers seems fish to her net!" On one of their pacings they found Mr. Ocock come out to smoke an evening pipe. The old man had just returned from a flying visit to Melbourne.
Thus Mahony sat in judgment, giving rein for once to his ingrained dislike for the man of whom he had now made an enemy. In whose debt, for the rest, he stood deep. And had done, ever since the day he had been fool enough, like the fly in the nursery rhyme, to seek out Ocock and his familiars in their grimy little "parlour" in Chancery Lane.
Yes, Richard, I do know people sometimes eat things to take the smell away. But the idea of Agnes doing anything so ... so low oh, isn't it JUST possible there might be some mistake?" "Oh, well, if you're going to imitate Ocock and try to teach me my business!" gave back Mahony with an angry gesture, and sitting down at the table, he pulled books and papers to him.
Ocock" was welcomed everywhere even by those on whom her bouncing manners grated. She was invariably clad in a thick and handsome black silk gown, over which she wore all the jewellery she could crowd on her person huge cameo brooches, ear-drops, rings and bracelets, lockets and chains.
How is Tom getting on in the drapery business? Does he like his billet?" But none the less as he ushered his visitor out, he felt that there was a certain finality about the action. It was as far as his private feelings were concerned the old man's moral exit from the scene. On the doorstep Ocock hoped that nothing that had been said would reach "your dear little lady."
Ocock had invested and re-invested on his behalf now it was twenty "Koh-i-noors," now thirty "Consolidated Beehives" and Mahony was continually being agreeably surprised by the margins it threw off in its metamorphoses. That came of his having placed the matter in such competent hands.
Agnes Ocock might not yet have secured the various small extras to go with her ball-dress; and, if not, how nice it would be to make her a present of these. They were finer, in better taste, than anything to be had on Ballarat; and she had long owed Agnes some return for her many kindnesses. Herself she would just make do with the simpler things she could buy in town.
Sarah would have to share her bed, Richard to sleep on the sofa. The children ... and here she knitted her brows. Then going into the yard, she called to Tom Ocock, who sat whittling a stick in front of his father's house; and Tom went down to Main Street for her, and bought a mattress which he carried home on his shoulder. This she spread on the bedroom floor, Mrs.
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