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"Your brother means well," said Philip, when he had concluded the epistle. "Yes, but nothing is to be done; I cannot, cannot send poor Sidney to to " and Mrs. Morton sobbed. "No, my dear, dear mother, no; it would be terrible, indeed, to part you and him. But this bookseller Plaskwith perhaps I shall be able to support you both."
My wife thinks otherwise, and wants to send you some tracts; but every body can't be as correct as some folks. However, as I said before, that's neither here nor there. Let me know when your boy comes down, and also about the measles, cowpock, and whooping-cough; also if all's right with Mr. Plaskwith. So now I hope you will feel more comfortable; and remain,
He then seized his hat, which he had thrown off on entering pressed it over his brows turned to quit the shop when his eye fell upon the till. Plaskwith had left it open, and the gleam of the coin struck his gaze that deadly smile of the arch tempter. Intellect, reason, conscience all, in that instant, were confusion and chaos.
"And mind, if the man is rude and you dislike him mind, you must not subject yourself to insolence and mortification." "Oh, all will go well, don't fear," said Philip, cheerfully, and he left the house. Towards evening he had reached his destination. Plaskwith." Philip applied at the private entrance, and was shown by a "neat-handed Phillis" into a small office-room.
Plaskwith, very querulously, "do make haste with your tea; the young gentleman, I suppose, wants to go home, and the coach passes in a quarter of an hour." "Have you seen Kean in Richard the Third, Mr. Morton?" asked Mr. Plimmins. "I have never seen a play." "Never seen a play! How very odd!" "Not at all odd, Mr. Plimmins," said the stationer. "Mr.
I conjure you, have mercy on me!" Mr. Plaskwith stopped; and had Philip then taken but a milder tone, all had been well. But, accustomed from childhood to command all his fierce passions loose within him despising the very man he thus implored the boy ruined his own cause. Indignant at the silence of Mr.
I conjure you, have mercy on me!" Mr. Plaskwith stopped; and had Philip then taken but a milder tone, all had been well. But, accustomed from childhood to command all his fierce passions loose within him despising the very man he thus implored the boy ruined his own cause. Indignant at the silence of Mr.
Plaskwith; the bookseller was accompanied by Mr. Plimmins, and a sturdy, ill-favoured stranger. A nameless feeling of fear, rage, and disgust seized the unhappy boy, and at the same moment a ragged vagabond whispered to him, "Stump it, my cove; that's a Bow Street runner."
Plaskwith, and ran thus: "DEAR MORTON, Something very awkward has happened, not my fault, and very unpleasant for me. Your relation, Philip, as I wrote you word, was a painstaking lad, though odd and bad mannered, for want, perhaps, poor boy! of being taught better, and Mrs. P. is, you know, a very genteel woman women go too much by manners so she never took much to him.
In a few minutes the door opened, and the bookseller entered. Mr. Christopher Plaskwith was a short, stout man, in drab-coloured breeches, and gaiters to match; a black coat and waistcoat; he wore a large watch-chain, with a prodigious bunch of seals, alternated by small keys and old-fashioned mourning-rings. His complexion was pale and sodden, and his hair short, dark, and sleek.
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