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He was about twenty, and affected the sharpest crease to his trousers, the highest puffs to his neckties, carried his cane with the handle down and was altogether a dude of the latest type. To become acquainted with this splendid youth now grew to be Reginald Pell's one absorbing ambition.
Lucia, who had been watching Pell's face every second, now offered him the bowl of water with her own hands, and drew closer to him. She picked up the towel that had fallen to the table, and folded it, then dampened it. Pell looked up and saw her for the first time. "Oh, so there you are, my dear!" was his cynical greeting. Lucia still stared at him.
She was older, and her eyes seemed to have lost their fire. "He's really alive?" she got out. She stared down at her husband. "They should of shot 'im in the stomach!" Uncle Henry stated. What a mess! What rotten luck, ran through his weary brain. Pell's foot moved again. Then his arm went up; and slowly he rose on one elbow, pushed away the tablecloth that touched his head, and looked about him.
Pell's friend in Pickwick; we, having employed the gentlemen from Astley's Antitheatre, had some decent sport for our money. Nabb, the bailiff, and Mr. Stubbs, his man, who came to lay hands upon him.
Oh, to be able to walk, and not sit forever like a dried mummy in this chair! "But how could he have moved?" "Red" exclaimed. "He's dead, I say!" "I don't know how he could!" Uncle Henry cried, "but he did! Look at him!" He could scarcely control himself now. "Maybe Lopez didn't kill him after all," "Red" said, and knelt down to examine Pell's body again. "Now don't tell me that!"
"Si," he whispered. Lopez indicated Pell's body, and took out a cigarette nonchalantly. "Take 'im away. Ees no use for nobody no more." Pedro started to lift the heavy form. "Save ze clothes and ze boots," he reminded his faithful man. "Si," the latter said, meekly. Venustiano appeared from the outer darkness, as if by magic, and rushed to Pedro's aid.
Weller, probably, with a view to their width and consequent wisdom were put into requisition; and this assistance having been secured, the party proceeded to the public-house in Portugal Street, whence a messenger was despatched to the Insolvent Court over the way, requiring Mr. Solomon Pell's immediate attendance. The messenger fortunately found Mr.
Pell's earnest request that I took charge and my doing so was entirely acceptable to Mr. Wood. Although I regret the test of my reader's patience, it is essential to my defense in certain matters to be related in later chapters, that the complications and settlement of this estate should be set forth. In reading these pages I beg that the footnote on page 112 may be remembered.
Left alone with the bandit, Pell remarked: "Look here, there must be some way to settle this thing." But he had grave fears. "To zat, I 'ave come at last," the bandit replied with an emphasis that could not be mistaken. "You have?" Pell's voice was weak. "It shall cost me planty money. I could 'ave tooken you wiz me for ransom 'elluva big ransom a million dollar, mebbe. But I am not soddid!"
Pell's bill was taxed by Sam, and some charges were disallowed by the umpires; but, notwithstanding Mr. Pell's declaration, accompanied with many solemn asseverations that they were really too hard upon him, it was by very many degrees the best professional job he had ever had, and one on which he boarded, lodged, and washed, for six months afterwards.
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