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As the load was put down in the street, Riah drew the head of the party aside, and whispered that he thought the man was dying. 'No, surely not? returned the other. But he became less confident, on looking, and directed the bearers to 'bring him to the nearest doctor's shop.
'How much for this now? 'Two precious silver shillings, said Miss Wren. Riah confirmed her with two nods, as Fledgeby looked to him. A nod for each shilling. 'Well, said Fledgeby, poking into the contents of the basket with his forefinger, 'the price is not so bad. You have got good measure, Miss What-is-it. 'Try Jenny, suggested that young lady with great calmness.
'Not, said Eugene, pausing in setting down his glass, 'surely not my worthy friend Mr Aaron? 'He calls himself Mr Riah. 'By-the-by, said Eugene, 'it comes into my mind that no doubt with an instinctive desire to receive him into the bosom of our Church I gave him the name of Aaron! 'Eugene, Eugene, returned Lightwood, 'you are more ridiculous than usual. Say what you mean.
For a time Virginia stood blankly gazing after him; then she turned steadily and took down her bonnet from the wardrobe. She even went to the bureau and carefully tied the pink ribbon strings beneath her chin. "I am going out, Mammy Riah," she said when she had finished. "No, don't tell me I mustn't I am going out, I say." She stamped her foot impatiently, but Mammy Riah made no protest.
Riah filled Miss Wren's little basket with such scraps as she could buy, saying: "There, my Cinderella dear, the basket's full now. Bless you, and get you gone!" "Don't call me your Cinderella dear," returned Miss Wren, "Oh, you cruel godmother!" Riah.
The simple arrangements were of her own making, and were stated to Riah thus: 'I mean to go alone, godmother, in my usual carriage, and you'll be so kind as keep house while I am gone. It's not far off. And when I return, we'll have a cup of tea, and a chat over future arrangements.
'Cinderella, dear child, the old man expostulated, 'will you never rest? 'Oh! It's not work, cutting out a pattern isn't, said Miss Jenny, with her busy little scissors already snipping at some paper. 'The truth is, godmother, I want to fix it while I have it correct in my mind. 'Have you seen it to-day then? asked Riah. 'Yes, godmother. Saw it just now. It's a surplice, that's what it is.
'Sir, there are leads there, and I have made a little garden there. 'To bury your money in, you old dodger? 'A thumbnail's space of garden would hold the treasure I bury, master, said Riah. 'Twelve shillings a week, even when they are an old man's wages, bury themselves.
At midnight she cried out in agony, believing herself to be still in the street. When Mammy Riah bent over her she did not know her, but held out shaking hands and asked for her mother, calling the name aloud in the silent house, deserted for the sake of the hospitals lower down.
You're one of the Patriarchs; you're a shaky old card; and you can't be in love with this Lizzie? 'O, sir! expostulated Riah. 'O, sir, sir, sir! 'Then why, retorted Fledgeby, with some slight tinge of a blush, 'don't you out with your reason for having your spoon in the soup at all? 'Sir, I will tell you the truth. 'Honour too! cried Fledgeby, with a mocking lip. 'Honour among Jews. Well.
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