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She is poor, poor, perhaps starving; money, money! lend me money! ten pounds! five! I will work for you all my life for nothing, but lend me the money!" "Hoity-toity!" said Mrs. Plaskwith, nudging her husband "I told you what would come of it: it will be 'money or life' next time."
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.
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.
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.
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!"
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.
"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.
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 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?"
Plaskwith, poor woman! she positively detested the taciturn and moody boy, who never mingled in the jokes of the circle, nor played with the children, nor complimented her, nor added, in short, anything to the sociability of the house. Mr.
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