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Primitive, my dear sir; for, if I am not mistaken, Adam was the first of the calling. And again, Mr. Pecksniff, hospitable at the supper table: "'This, he said, in allusion to the party, not the wine, 'is a Mingling that repays one for much disappointment and vexation. Let us be merry. Here he took a captain's biscuit. 'It is a poor heart that never rejoices; and our hearts are not poor.
HE gets no credit from you, Tom, not he. 'Why, of course he don't, said Pinch, gazing at his friend with a more troubled aspect than before. 'Pecksniff get credit from me! Well! 'Don't I say that it's ridiculous, rejoined the other, 'even to think of such a thing? 'Why, it's madness, said Tom. 'Madness! returned young Westlock. 'Certainly it's madness.
Miss Pecksniff stopped him from giving any further explanation by laying her hand upon his lips, and betraying a soft embarrassment. She then asked Tom Pinch which way he was going. 'I was going to see if I could find your sister, answered Tom, 'to whom I wished to say a few words. We were going to Mrs Todgers's, where I had the pleasure of seeing her before.
Don't look! With regard to the fluted pillars in the portico, my dears 'Hallo! cried the gentleman. 'Sir, your servant! said Mr Pecksniff, taking off his hat. 'I am proud to make your acquaintance. 'Come off the grass, will you! roared the gentleman. 'I beg your pardon, sir, said Mr Pecksniff, doubtful of his having heard aright. 'Did you ?
And twice Miss Pecksniff kissed Miss Pinch upon the cheek. 'Augustus Mr Pinch, you know. My dear girl! said Miss Pecksniff, aside. 'I never was so ashamed in my life. Ruth begged her not to think of it. 'I mind your brother less than anybody else, simpered Miss Pecksniff. 'But the indelicacy of meeting any gentleman under such circumstances! Augustus, my child, did you
Old Martin's cherished projects, so long hidden in his own breast, so frequently in danger of abrupt disclosure through the bursting forth of the indignation he had hoarded up during his residence with Mr Pecksniff, were retarded, but not beyond a few hours, by the occurrences just now related.
Before Mr Pecksniff or any of his remaining visitors could offer a remark, another figure passed this window, coming, at a great rate in the opposite direction; and immediately afterwards, Mr Spottletoe burst into the chamber. Compared with his present state of heat, he had gone out a man of snow or ice.
That even if he had, there were many ways by which he could evade the oath and satisfy his conscience, Mr Pecksniff knew. That her unprotected state was no light burden on the old man's mind, he also knew, for Mr Chuzzlewit had plainly told him so. 'Then, said Mr Pecksniff 'what if I married her!
It was but a short-lived one, though, for Mr Jonas soon began to whistle, whereupon Mr Pecksniff, taking his cue from his friend, began to hum a tune melodiously. 'Pretty nearly there, ain't we? said Jonas, when this had lasted some time. 'Close, my dear friend, said Mr Pecksniff. 'What'll they be doing, do you suppose? asked Jonas. 'Impossible to say, cried Mr Pecksniff. 'Giddy truants!
I said a little while ago that when staying at a village I am apt to become a haunter of its churchyard; but I go not to it in the spirit of our well-beloved Mr. Pecksniff.
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