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Not troubled by any such weak imagining, Fascination Fledgeby merely speculated on the time of life at which his beard had begun, and thought once more what a good 'un he was for the part. Some final wooden steps conducted them, stooping under a low penthouse roof, to the house-top. Riah stood still, and, turning to his master, pointed out his guests. Lizzie Hexam and Jenny Wren.
'And as the wife of Alfred, may I, dear Mr Fledgeby, wholly without his authority or knowledge, as I am sure your discernment will perceive, entreat you to continue that great service, and once more use your well-earned influence with Mr Riah for a little more indulgence? The name I have heard Alfred mention, tossing in his dreams, IS Riah; is it not?
As Riah followed to attend him down the stairs, the little creature called out to the Jew in a silvery tone, 'Don't be long gone. Come back, and be dead! And still as they went down they heard the little sweet voice, more and more faintly, half calling and half singing, 'Come back and be dead, Come back and be dead!
'Put it about in the right quarters, that you'll buy queer bills by the lump by the pound weight if that's all supposing you see your way to a fair chance on looking over the parcel. And there's one thing more. Come to me with the books for periodical inspection as usual, at eight on Monday morning. Riah drew some folding tablets from his breast and noted it down.
Got a beard besides, and presumes upon it. Well done, old 'un! Go on and prosper! Brightened by this unexpected commendation, Riah asked were there more instructions for him?
Riah went to open it, and presently came back, ushering in, with the grave and courteous air that sat so well upon him, a gentleman. The gentleman was a stranger to the dressmaker; but even in the moment of his casting his eyes upon her, there was something in his manner which brought to her remembrance Mr Eugene Wrayburn. 'Pardon me, said the gentleman. 'You are the dolls' dressmaker?
Riah bent his eyes upon the ground, as if considering whether he could answer the question without breach of faith, and then silently raised them to Fledgeby's face, as if he could not. 'Come! said Fledgeby. 'I won't press that just now. But I want to know this, and I will know this, mind you. What are you up to?
'The name of the Creditor is Riah, said Mr Fledgeby, with a rather uncompromising accent on his noun-substantive. 'Saint Mary Axe. Pubsey and Co. 'Oh yes! exclaimed Mrs Lammle, clasping her hands with a certain gushing wildness. 'Pubsey and Co.! 'The pleading of the feminine Mr Fledgeby began, and there stuck so long for a word to get on with, that Mrs Lammle offered him sweetly, 'Heart?
It's a long distance, and I don't know the way very well I may get lost, but I don't believe that you will. Take me safely home, Apache. Please, please take me home to dear old Woodbine and mother and Uncle Athol and Mammy Riah and Athol and and everybody I love."
Mr Riah unaccountably melted; waited in person on him over the stable yard in Duke Street, St James's, no longer ravening but mild, to inform him that payment of interest as heretofore, but henceforth at Mr Lightwood's offices, would appease his Jewish rancour; and departed with the secret that Mr John Harmon had advanced the money and become the creditor.
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