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That was plainly to be seen, for Ma was talking then at her usual canter, with arched head and mane, opened eyes and nostrils. 'Fond of reading perhaps? 'Yes. At least I don't mind that so much, returned Miss Podsnap. 'M-m-m-m-music. So insinuating was Mrs Lammle that she got half a dozen ms into the word before she got it out. 'I haven't nerve to play even if I could. Ma plays.
The gold and silver camels, and the ice-pails, and the rest of the Veneering table decorations, make a brilliant show, and when I, Podsnap, casually remark elsewhere that I dined last Monday with a gorgeous caravan of camels, I find it personally offensive to have it hinted to me that they are broken-kneed camels, or camels labouring under suspicion of any sort.
'Now, I will be judged, said Mr Lammle, raising his voice a little, 'by my friend Fledgeby. 'Oh DON'T! Miss Podsnap faintly ejaculated: when Mrs Lammle took the prompt-book. 'I beg your pardon, Alfred, my dear, but I cannot part with Mr Fledgeby quite yet; you must wait for him a moment. Mr Fledgeby and I are engaged in a personal discussion.
'Oh my goodness me! exclaimed Miss Podsnap, reddening. 'What have I said now? 'Alfred, you know, hinted Mrs Lammle, playfully shaking her head. 'You were never to say Mr Lammle any more, Georgiana. 'Oh! Alfred, then. I am glad it's no worse. I was afraid I had said something shocking. I am always saying something wrong to ma. 'To me, Georgiana dearest? 'No, not to you; you are not ma.
Being in such feather, he might have surpassed himself in his next sally, had not Miss Podsnap been announced. Mrs Lammle flew to embrace her darling little Georgy, and when the first transports were over, presented Mr Fledgeby.
The audience were much edified by this passage of words; and Mr Podsnap, feeling that he was in rather remarkable force to-day, became smiling and conversational. 'Has anything more been heard, Veneering, he inquired, 'of the lucky legatee? 'Nothing more, returned Veneering, 'than that he has come into possession of the property. I am told people now call him The Golden Dustman.
Podsnap as we shall know at the end of the book. But it is a real knowledge conveyed by the method that gives dinner-parties their educational value. We forgive Dickens his superfluous discourse on Podsnappery in general. For his remarks are precisely of the kind which we make when the party is over, and we sit by the fire generalizing and allegorizing the people we have met. That Mr.
'Boots and Brewer, observes Veneering, 'whom you also know, I have not asked to-day; but I reserve them for the occasion. 'We now come, says Veneering, 'to the point, the real point, of our little family consultation. Sophronia, having lost both father and mother, has no one to give her away. 'Give her away yourself, says Podsnap. 'My dear Podsnap, no. For three reasons.
'And now, Mr Lightwood, was she ever, pursues Podsnap, with his indignation rising high into those hair-brushes of his, 'a factory girl? 'Never. But she had some employment in a paper mill, I believe. General sensation repeated. Brewer says, 'Oh dear! Boots says, 'Oh dear! Buffer says, 'Oh dear! All, in a rumbling tone of protest.
And the inconvenience of the young person was, that, according to Mr Podsnap, she seemed always liable to burst into blushes when there was no need at all. There appeared to be no line of demarcation between the young person's excessive innocence, and another person's guiltiest knowledge.
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