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I discovered this accidentally by happening to speak to him of the recent death of Podge, one of our fellow members. "Very sad," I said, "Podge's death." "Ah," returned Mr. Doomer, "very shocking. He was quite unprepared to die." "Do you think so?" I said, "I'm awfully sorry to hear it." "Quite unprepared," he answered.
"I had reason to know it as one of his executors, everything is confusion, nothing signed, no proper power of attorney, codicils drawn up in blank and never witnessed, in short, sir, no sense apparently of the nearness of his death and of his duty to be prepared. "I suppose," I said, "poor Podge didn't realise that he was going to die." "Ah, that's just it," resumed Mr.
"I think," wrote Duff Salter frigidly, as the young man slammed the door behind him, "that we'll make a pitcher of port sangaree and have a little glass before we go to bed. We will all three take a hand at cards. What shall we play?" "Euchre cut-throat!" exclaimed Podge Byerly, rather explosively.
"How very pretty Miss Podge looks!" "What a good redowa!" "Are you going to Mrs. Potiphar's?" Is this the assembled flower of manhood and womanhood, called "best society," and to see which is so envied a privilege? If such are the elements, can we be long in arriving at the present state, and necessary future condition of parties? "Vanity Fair," is peculiarly a picture of modern society.
How she endeavoured to keep friendship both with Peter and Martin, and trimmed for some time between the two, not without countenancing and assisting at the same time many of Jack's followers; but finding, no possibility of reconciling all the three brothers, because each would be master, and allow no other salves, powders, or plasters to be used but his own, she discarded all three, and set up a shop for those of her own farm, well furnished with powders, plasters, salves, and all other drugs necessary, all right and true, composed according to receipts made by physicians and apothecaries of her own creating, which they extracted out of Peter's, and Martin's, and Jack's receipt-books, and of this medley or hodge- podge made up a dispensatory of their own, strictly forbidding any other to be used, and particularly Peter's, from which the greatest part of this new dispensatory was stolen.
Podge could hear plainly what was said in the front parlor, and partly see, by the brighter light there, the motions of the visitor and her friend. She wrote on Duff Salter's tablet, "A deaf man is a great convenience!" "Why?" wrote the large, grave man. "Because he can't hear what girls say to their beaux." "Is that a beau calling on our beautiful friend?" "I'm afraid so!"
Knowing how corruptible he was, I got access to him and paid him out of your funds to wheedle out of Podge all that Lady Agnes told her. She had no idea that her brother communicated with any person, as he was unable to walk, and she told him for his amusement secrets she never dreamed could go out of the house. We corresponded with him by mail."
In the hearts and views of living people, too, spring brought a budding of youthfulness and a gush of sap. Duff Salter acknowledged it as he looked in Podge Byerly's blue eyes and felt her hands as they wrapped his scarf around him, or buttoned his gloves. Whispering, and without the tablets this time, he articulated: "Happy for you, Mischief, that I am not young as these trees!"
I have almost finished up this work of auditing and clearing the estate. I intend now to pay some attention to the tragedy, accident, or whatever it was, that led to Mr. Zane's cutting off. You will second me warmly in this, I am sure." Agnes turned pale, and felt the executor's eyes upon her. Podge Byerly was pale too. Duff Salter did not give them any opportunity to recover composure.
"I almost wish I might be spirit of a mill, or better still, that old boat yonder basking in the pond-lilies and holding up its shadow!" "I am glad you like it," said Duff Salter. "Let us go in and see if the house is hospitable." As Podge Byerly walked up the worn stone walk of the lawn she saw a familiar image at the door her mother. "You here, mother?" said Podge. "What is the meaning of it?"
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