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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?"
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.
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!"
Ignorant of the law the law only seemed to him, as it ever does to the ignorant and the friendless a Foe. Quicker than lightning these thoughts, which it takes so many words to describe, flashed through the storm and darkness of his breast; and at the very instant that Mr. Plimmins had laid hands on his shoulder his resolution was formed. The instinct of self beat loud at his heart.
P.; for, as Napoleon Buonaparte observed, 'women are well in their way, not in our ours. Made Plimmins go with me to town hired a Bow Street runner to track him out cost me L1. 1s, and two glasses of brandy and water. Poor Mrs. Morton was just buried quite shocked! Suddenly saw the boy in the streets.
Plimmins rushed forward in the kindest way was knocked down hurt his arm paid 2s. 6d. for lotion. Philip ran off, we ran after him could not find him. Forced to return home. Next day, a lawyer from a Mr. Beaufort Mr. George Blackwell, a gentlemanlike man called. Mr. Beaufort will do anything for him in reason. Is there anything more I can do? I really am very uneasy about the lad, and Mrs.
However, to the point, as the French emperor used to say: one evening he asked me for money for his mother, who, he said, was ill, in a very insolent way: I may say threatening. It was in my own shop, and before Plimmins and Mrs. P.; I was forced to answer with dignified rebuke, and left the shop.
P. nodded her head; the Misses P. nudged each other, and grinned; Mr. Plimmins passed his hand through his hair, glanced at the glass, and bowed very politely. "Now, Mrs. P., my second cup, and give Mr. Morton his dish of tea. Must be tired, sir hot day. Jemima, ring no, go to the stairs and call out 'more buttered toast. That's the shorter way promptitude is my rule in life, Mr. Morton.
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.
When I returned, he was gone, and some shillings-fourteen, I think, and three sovereigns evidently from the till, scattered on the floor. Mrs. P. and Mr. Plimmins were very much frightened; thought it was clear I was robbed, and that we were to be murdered. Plimmins slept below that night, and we borrowed butcher Johnson's dog. Nothing happened.
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