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This young gentleman was very much freckled; wore his hair, which was dark and wiry, up at one side, down at the other; had a short thick nose; full lips; and, when close to him, smelt of cigars. Such was Mr. Plimmins, Mr. Plaskwith's factotum, foreman in the shop, assistant editor to the Mercury. Mr. Plaskwith formally went the round of the introduction; Mrs.
Plaskwith, "he won't buy himself a new pair of shoes! quite disgraceful! And did you see what a look he gave Plimmins, when he joked about his indifference to his sole? Plimmins always does say such good things!" "He is shabby, certainly," said the bookseller; "but the value of a book does not always depend on the binding." "I hope he is honest!" observed Mrs. Plaskwith; and here Philip entered.
Christopher Plaskwith, is a bookseller and stationer with pretty practice, in R . He is a clever man, and has a newspaper, which he kindly sends me every week; and, though it is not my county, it has some very sensible views and is often noticed in the London papers, as 'our provincial contemporary. Mr.
Boys were so brutal in their intercourse with each other. He had even thought it better represent Philip to Mr. Plaskwith as a more distant relation than he was; and he begged, by the by, that Catherine would tell Philip to take the hint.
These hopes redoubled Philip's assiduity, and he saved every shilling of his weekly stipend; and sighed as he thought that in another week his term of apprenticeship would commence, and the stipend cease. Mr. Plaskwith could not but be pleased on the whole with the diligence of his assistant, but he was chafed and irritated by the sullenness of his manner. As for Mrs.
Plaskwith; and arriving there the day after the return of the bookseller, learned those particulars with which Mr. Plaskwith's letter to Roger Morton has already made the reader acquainted. The lawyer then sent for Mr. Sharp, the officer before employed, and commissioned him to track the young man's whereabout.
Philip rose, took up his hat, made a stiff bow that included the whole group, and vanished with his host. Mrs. Plaskwith breathed more easily when he was gone. "I never seed a more odd, fierce, ill-bred-looking young man! I declare I am quite afraid of him. What an eye he has!" "Uncommonly dark; what I may say gipsy-like," said Mr. Plimmins. "He! he! You always do say such good things, Plimmins.
"Hum," said Mr. Plaskwith; "you have had a long day's work: but I suppose it will take a week to finish?" "I am to go again to-morrow morning, sir: two days more will conclude the task." "There's a letter for you," cried Mrs. Plaskwith; "you owes me for it." "A letter!" It was not his mother's hand it was a strange writing he gasped for breath as he broke the seal.
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.
Philip did not heed or hear this address; but stood immediately before the bookseller, his hands clasped wild impatience in his eyes. Mr. Plaskwith, somewhat stupefied, remained silent. "Do you hear me? are you human?" exclaimed Philip, his emotion revealing at once all the fire of his character. "I tell you my mother is dying; I must go to her! Shall I go empty-handed! Give me money!" Mr.
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