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Plimmins, who had at first sought to condescend, next sought to bully; but the gaunt frame and savage eye of Philip awed the smirk youth, in spite of himself; and he confessed to Mrs. Plaskwith that he should not like to meet "the gipsy," alone, on a dark night; to which Mrs. Plaskwith replied, as usual, "that Mr. Plimmins always did say the best things in the world!"
It was the letter of the physician. His mother, then, was ill-dying-wanting, perhaps, the necessaries of life. She would have concealed from him her illness and her poverty. His quick alarm exaggerated the last into utter want; he uttered a cry that rang through the shop, and rushed to Mr. Plaskwith. "Sir, sir! my mother is dying!
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.
Plaskwith owes me some money, which I advanced him when he set up the paper; and he has several times most honestly offered to pay me, in shares in the said paper. But, as the thing might break, and I don't like concerns I don't understand, I have not taken advantage of his very handsome proposals.
It was the letter of the physician. His mother, then, was ill-dying-wanting, perhaps, the necessaries of life. She would have concealed from him her illness and her poverty. His quick alarm exaggerated the last into utter want; he uttered a cry that rang through the shop, and rushed to Mr. Plaskwith. "Sir, sir! my mother is dying!
Plaskwith, and too blinded by his emotions to see that in that silence there was relenting, he suddenly shook the little man with a vehemence that almost overset him, and cried: "You, who demand for five years my bones and blood my body and soul a slave to your vile trade do you deny me bread for a mother's lips?" Trembling with anger, and perhaps fear, Mr.
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.
Plaskwith, and heard the whole story what has become of him? All our inquiries have failed to track him. Alas, I was too ill to institute them myself while it was yet time.
Plaskwith was not a bad-hearted man; but he was a formal man, and an irritable one. "That's not the way to speak to your master: you forget yourself, young man!" "Forget! But, sir, if she has not necessaries-if she is starving?" "Fudge!" said Plaskwith. "Mr. Morton writes me word that he has provided for your mother! Does he not, Hannah?"
"Likeness, sir? I never saw Napoleon Buonaparte." "Never saw him! No, just look round the room. Who does that bust put you in mind of? who does it resemble?" Here Mr. Plaskwith rose, and placed himself in an attitude; his hand in his waistcoat, and his face pensively inclined towards the tea-table. "Now fancy me at St. Helena; this table is the ocean. Now, then, who is that cast like, Mr.
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