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John Podgers was broad, sturdy, Dutch-built, short, and a very hard eater, as men of his figure often are.
A good many years have passed away since old John Podgers lived in the town of Windsor, where he was born, and where, in course of time, he came to be comfortably and snugly buried.
Podgers, bowing, 'if the Duchess ever had been, but I am sorry to say that I see great permanence of affection, combined with a strong sense of duty. 'Pray go on, Mr. Podgers, said the Duchess, looking quite pleased. 'Economy is not the least of your Grace's virtues, continued Mr. Podgers, and Lady Windermere went off into fits of laughter.
We went down the main stair to the front hall, and there Podgers had my parcel of papers all neatly wrapped up. This bundle I carried to my flat, gave one of my assistants some instructions, and left him at work on the papers. I took a cab to the foot of Tottenham Court Road, and walked up that street till I came to J. Simpson's old curiosity shop.
Podgers smiled, drew from his breast-pocket a small magnifying glass, and wiped it carefully with his handkerchief 'I am quite ready, he said.
No, I am not at all cynical, I have merely got experience, which, however, is very much the same thing. Mr. Podgers, Lord Arthur Savile is dying to have his hand read. Don't tell him that he is engaged to one of the most beautiful girls in London, because that appeared in the Morning Post a month ago. 'Dear Lady Windermere, cried the Marchioness of Jedburgh, 'do let Mr.
"I am afraid Mr Falconer's boat, too, has got into a mess he had taken one of the whalers, but would not leave his prize, though I suspect several of his men were killed or wounded." "Was Mr Falconer himself hit?" asked Mrs Podgers, who had come up to hear the news. "I cannot say, ma'am," answered the first mate.
Podgers, this is the Duchess of Paisley, and if you say that she has a larger mountain of the moon than I have, I will never believe in you again. 'I am sure, Gladys, there is nothing of the kind in my hand, said the Duchess gravely. 'Your Grace is quite right, said Mr. Podgers, glancing at the little fat hand with its short square fingers, 'the mountain of the moon is not developed.
"If Podgers was to be hit, what would become of me?" Once more there was a cessation of the firing. "Do let me run up, Kitty," I said. "Some of those we care for may be wounded, and the rest too busy to bring them below." I knew my argument would prevail. "Let him go," said Mrs Podgers. "I do so want to know how the captain is." I broke from her and climbed up the ladder.
Miss Kitty kissed me when I told her I had seen Mr Falconer, and I was somewhat afraid that Mrs Podgers would bestow the same reward upon me when I said that the captain was unhurt. "I wish he would make haste and sink the ship which has frightened us so much," she observed. "It is a shame that those sort of people should be allowed to live."
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