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This made me feel I was doubly bound to have ideas, and had doubtless been at the bottom of my proposing to Mr. Pinhorn that I should lay my lean hands on Neil Paraday.
There was a silence of a moment, during which we seemed to acknowledge in the only way that was possible the presence of universal fate; the sunny stillness took no pity, and my thought, as I was sure Paraday's was doing, performed within the minute a great distant revolution. I saw just how emphatic I should make my rejoinder to Mr. Pinhorn, and that having come, like Mr.
Really to be there this time moreover was a vision that made the idea of writing something subtle about Neil Paraday only the more inspiring. I would be as considerate as even Mr. Deedy could have wished, and yet I should be as present as only Mr. Pinhorn could conceive. My allusion to the sequestered manner in which Mr.
Paraday lived it had formed part of my explanation, though I knew of it only by hearsay was, I could divine, very much what had made Mr. Pinhorn nibble. It struck him as inconsistent with the success of his paper that any one should be so sequestered as that. And then wasn't an immediate exposure of everything just what the public wanted? Mr.
I could tell them nothing that they did not know, save only my leave-taking with Joe Punchard, which, of course, I had resolved to keep very close. I learned from them that Cyrus was abed, and like to stay there, said Mr. Pinhorn, for a week or more.
"He has no secrets from me, I would have you know!" cries Mistress Vetch in high indignation, not knowing in the least what had occasioned his remark. "I don't doubt it, madam," said Mr. Pinhorn, with a comical twist of the mouth; "but maybe he stowed that paper there before you and he was made one."
Nothing but display! Feasting, drinking! No thought of to-morrow! Ungodly city!" In concluding his indictment, Mr. Pinhorn partly covered his mouth and whispered the one word: "Babylon!" A moment of silence followed, after which he added; "I would never build a house or risk a penny in business there." "I am going to work in Doctor Benjamin Franklin's print shop," said Jack proudly. Mr.
Jack thought it a singular thing that a man should have been visiting his wife. "May I ask where you are going?" the man inquired of the boy. "To Philadelphia." Mr. Pinhorn turned toward him with a look of increased astonishment and demanded: "Been there before?" "Never." The man made a sound that was between a sigh and a groan.
A few days later I called on Lord Crouchley and carried off in triumph the most unintelligible statement that had yet appeared of his lordship's reasons for his change of front. I thus set in motion in the daily papers columns of virtuous verbiage. The following week I ran down to Brighton for a chat, as Mr. Pinhorn called it, with Mrs.
M.R.C.S. Eng., L.S.A. Address, 12 Croydon Gardens St. John's Wood. I was the person sent in by Mr. Goodricke to do what was right and needful by the remains of a lady who had died at the house named in the certificate which precedes this. I found the body in charge of the servant, Hester Pinhorn. I remained with it, and prepared it at the proper time for the grave.
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