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Many flaunting dolls had to be gaily dressed, before the money was in the dressmaker's pocket to get mourning for Mr Dolls. As the old man, Riah, sat by, helping her in such small ways as he could, he found it difficult to make out whether she really did realize that the deceased had been her father. 'If my poor boy, she would say, 'had been brought up better, he might have done better.

That's your doing, you Pump of Israel, said Fledgeby; 'you can't have shut it. Then the step was heard within, and the voice of Mr Alfred Lammle called aloud, 'Are you anywhere here, Fledgeby? To which Fledgeby, after cautioning Riah in a low voice to take his cue as it should be given him, replied, 'Here I am! and opened his bedroom door. 'Come in! said Fledgeby.

'Yes, Jenny, yes. But Riah glanced towards the door, as if he thought his principal might appear there, unseasonably. 'If you're afraid of the fox, said Miss Jenny, 'you may dismiss all present expectations of seeing that animal. HE won't show himself abroad, for many a day. 'What do you mean, my child?

Wants to keep it close and quiet, and to keep you out of the way. They were still debating this point when a shadow darkened the entry, and the glass door was opened by a messenger who brought a letter unceremoniously addressed, 'Riah. To which he said there was an answer wanted. The letter, which was scrawled in pencil uphill and downhill and round crooked corners, ran thus: 'OLD RIAH,

You didn't tell me the other name in your garden atop of the house. I'll be more communicative with you. The other name's Hexam. Riah bent his head in assent. 'Look here, you sir, said Fledgeby. 'I have a notion I know something of the inveigling chap, the powerful one. Has he anything to do with the law? 'Nominally, I believe it his calling. 'I thought so. Name anything like Lightwood?

The old man looked into Fledgeby's little eyes for any sign of leave to be easy with Mr Twemlow; but there was no sign in them. 'Mr Twemlow is no connexion of yours, Mr Riah, said Fledgeby; 'you can't want to be even with him for having through life gone in for a gentleman and hung on to his Family. If Mr Twemlow has a contempt for business, what can it matter to you?

When I tell them, "I cannot promise this, I cannot answer for the other, I must see my principal, I have not the money, I am a poor man and it does not rest with me," they are so unbelieving and so impatient, that they sometimes curse me in Jehovah's name. 'That's deuced good, that is! said Fascination Fledgeby. 'And at other times they say, "Can it never be done without these tricks, Mr Riah?

She lived over in Red Kill where he had taught school, and was one of his pupils. I have often heard him say: "I rode your Uncle Martin's old sorrel mare over to her folks' when I went courting her." When he would be affectionate toward her before others, Mother would say, "Now, Chauncey, don't be foolish." Father bought the farm of 'Riah Bartram's mother, and moved on it in 1827.

'Chill and bitter, said Riah, drawing out a handkerchief, and wiping the moisture from his beard and long grey hair as he stood on the verge of the rug, with his eyes on the acceptable fire. With a plunge of enjoyment, Fledgeby settled himself afresh. 'Any snow, or sleet, or slush, or anything of that sort? he asked. 'No, sir, no. Not quite so bad as that. The streets are pretty clean.

With her expert little ways in sharp action, she had got a doll into whitey-brown paper orders, before the meal was over, and displayed it for the edification of the Jewish mind, and Mr. Riah was lost in admiration for the brave, resolute little soul, who could so put aside her sadness to meet and face her pressing need.

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