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Updated: June 13, 2025
You don't catch me, though." "Why, Mr Nanjivell, you won't set yourself up to fly in the teeth of the law!" "Just you wait. . . . And Pamphlett doesn' know all the law that's in the land, neither, if he reckons to turn me out 'pon a Bank Holiday." Mrs Penhaligon stared. "Well, I s'wow!
You'll find my address in Plymouth at the foot." "If you'd kindly explain " "Mrs Penhaligon has the money. I've spoke to Dr Mant: who says I can be put right, an' the operation, with board and lodging, will be covered by ten pound. I've taken ten pound, as accounted for on the paper." Mr Pamphlett picked up the paper, and felt for his pince-nez. "Still I don't understand." "No, you wouldn't.
He had the haziest notions of how money was acquired. But from infancy he had perforce attended chapel. "He took up a collection." "What?" "He took up a collection, Miss: the same as Mr Pamphlett does on Sunday. Back-along, when he was at sea " "Alcibiades," said Miss Oliver on a sudden impulse, feeling for her purse. "What would you say if I gave you two pennies for your bright new one?
"What blisters me," said Mr Pamphlett to the welkin, "is the thought that I subscribed no less than two guineas to the Boy Scouts Movement!" "Was there ever a woman on this earth so tried?" demanded Mrs Penhaligon, lifting her eyes to two hams and a flitch of bacon she had just suspended from the rafters, and invoking them as Cleopatra the injurious gods.
'Kind Action? says he. 'I don't want you to do him no kinder action than to catch him out for a German spy. I name no names, says he, 'but from information received, he's in the Germans' pay, an' Mrs Polsue is ready to swear to it." Nicky-Nan gripped his walking-staff and stood erect, as if to spring on Mr Pamphlett.
But no: the London post-mark bore date "Aug. 1." The letter had been received and delivered at Polpier on the 2nd, and had been lying in the bank letter-box for two whole days. He broke the seal in some trepidation: for he had spent the last sixty hours or so of national emergency on a visit with Mrs Pamphlett to her brother-in-law, a well-to-do farmer, who dwelt some twelve miles inland.
We weren't goin' to let that Pamphlett snatch it. If you'll come around by Aun' Bunney's back-garden into Mother's kitchen you shall count it out, every penny." "'Bert," said Nicky-Nan after a pause, "you've done a Kind Action this day, if you never do another." "But the clivverness started with 'Biades," insisted 'Beida.
So I leave it atween 'ee, to see fair play for me if ever I come back. If I don't, I've left it to the Penhaligon children; an' Mr Hambly an' Dr Mant'll see fair play for them. . . . But you understand, sir" Nicky-Nan dived into his left trouser-pocket and showed a palmful of coins "I've taken ten pound, for the operation an' sundries." Mr Pamphlett studied the paper for a moment.
"What's this firing about?" asked Mr Pamphlett, arriving in a high state of perspiration. "I I gather, from the cool way you men are taking it, that there's no cause for alarm?" Now Un' Benny, who found it hard as a rule to bear ill-will toward any living creature, very cordially disliked Mr Pamphlett as indeed did most of the men on the Quay.
But Mr Pamphlett waved it aside. "Let the boy tell his story. . . . Well, boy, and what was your answer to the constable?" "I told him," said 'Bert stolidly, "to get along for a silly fat-head. Didn't I, now?" 'Bert appealed to the recipient of that compliment to confirm its textual accuracy. "He did so," corroborated Rat-it-all. "He is right to that extent.
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