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Updated: June 27, 2025
The private residence of Mr Pancks was in Pentonville, where he lodged on the second-floor of a professional gentleman in an extremely small way, who had an inner-door within the street door, poised on a spring and starting open with a click like a trap; and who wrote up in the fan-light, RUGG, GENERAL AGENT, ACCOUNTANT, DEBTS RECOVERED.
This gentleman explained the object of his visit to be 'a tyfling madder ob bithznithz, and executed his legal function. 'Shall I accompany you, Mr Clennam? asked Mr Rugg politely, rubbing his hands. 'I would rather go alone, thank you. Be so good as send me my clothes. Mr Rugg in a light airy way replied in the affirmative, and shook hands with him.
"Well," remarked Nan Bobbsey, a few days after it had become known that Danny Rugg was to blame for the fire in the boathouse, "I wish we could find out, as easily as we found out about Danny, who has our cat Snoop." "So do I," added Flossie. "Poor Snoop! I do miss him so much." "So do I!" exclaimed Freddie. "But Snap is a nice dog, and I guess I like dogs better than cats, anyhow."
'But upon my soul, to hear her father making speeches in that chair, knowing what we know, and to see her up in that room in that dress, knowing what we know, is enough to give me a back, Mr Rugg a little higher, sir, that'll do!
Mr Pancks was one of the very few marriageable men for whom Miss Rugg had no terrors, the argument with which he reassured himself being twofold; that is to say, firstly, 'that it wouldn't do twice, and secondly, 'that he wasn't worth it. Fortified within this double armour, Mr Pancks snorted at Miss Rugg on easy terms.
"But Mr Rugg will not open his packs here; we want nothing," said Shenac Bhan, "unless he may have dye-stuffs for my mother." "He has no dye-stuffs you'll get that at The Eleventh," said Shenac Dhu; "but it's nonsense about not wanting anything. I'll venture to say that Mr Rugg will leave more here than he left at our house, or at any house in the town-ship. I wish he would come."
He seemed to be right, for as report after report of raids being made, here and there in the neighbourhood of the two strongholds reached their owners, Sir Morton Darley would vow vengeance against the marauders, and then go back to his books; and Sir Edward Eden would utter a vow that he would hang Captain Purlrose from the machicolations over the gateway at the Black Tor, and then he would go into his mining accounts, and hear the reports of his foreman, Dan Rugg, about how many pigs there were in the sty that is to say, pigs of lead in the stone crypt-like place where they were stored.
Now, Nan, remember, you promised not to tell." "All right, Bert, I won't say a word. But but what do you think Mr. Ringley will do?" "I don't know." When they reached the school Danny Rugg was nowhere to be seen. The boys continued to have fun snowballing, but Bert had no heart for play and went to his classroom immediately.
I feel as if I should fall off." "My poor brave boy!" said the old man gently, as he supported the wounded lad. "There, only a little farther. Ah! Hoi! Rugg! Dummy Rugg! Here, quick!" The lad, who was perched upon a block of stone half-way up the zigzag, evidently watching for his young master's return, sprang down and came running to them. "What's the matter?" he cried hoarsely.
"Come, now, a'n't there something I've got that you want?" he asked as Shenac turned away with an impatient shrug. "No; not if you haven't a wig. Do we want anything, mother? It is not worth while to open your box in the rain." Mr Rugg was already out of hearing. "We can look at them, at any rate," said Shenac Dhu.
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