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Gipsy-like, he! he! So he is! I wonder if be can tell fortunes?" "He'll be long before he has a fortune of his own to tell. Ha! ha!" said Plimmins. "He! he! how very good! you are so pleasant, Plimmins."
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!"
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.
With a bound a spring that sent Mr. Plimmins sprawling in the kennel, he darted across the road, and fled down an opposite lane. "Stop him! stop!" cried the bookseller, and the officer rushed after him with almost equal speed.
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.
With a bound a spring that sent Mr. Plimmins sprawling in the kennel, he darted across the road, and fled down an opposite lane. "Stop him! stop!" cried the bookseller, and the officer rushed after him with almost equal speed.
Pray-hum, hum have you ever, by chance, studied the biography of the great Napoleon Buonaparte?" Mr. Plimmins gulped down his tea, and kicked Philip under the table. Philip looked fiercely at the foreman, and replied, sullenly, "No, sir." "That's a pity. Napoleon Buonaparte was a very great man, very! You have seen his cast? there it is, on the dumb waiter! Look at it! see a likeness, eh?"
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.
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.
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."
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