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Scragg, and, ere an hour went by, in despair at the unmannerly rudeness of the children, the oldest a stout, vulgar-looking boy, who went racing and rummaging about the house from the garret to the cellar. For a long time after her exciting interview with Mr. Scragg, she sat weeping and trembling in her own room, with Edith by her side, who sought earnestly to comfort and encourage her.
"What am I to understand by this, madam?" said Mr. Scragg, fiercely, as soon as they had all reached the parlour, planting his hands upon his hips as he spoke, drawing himself up, and looking at Mrs. Darlington with a lowering countenance. "Take a seat, madam," said Mrs. Darlington, addressing the man's wife in a tone of forced composure. She was struggling for self-possession. The lady sat down.
"Madam!" exclaimed Scragg, with a threat in his voice, while his coarse face became red with anger. "When a gentleman has any complaint to make, he does it as a gentleman," repeated Mrs. Darlington, with a more particular emphasis than at first. "I'd thank you to explain yourself," said Scragg, dropping his hands from the table, and elevating his person.
If any of the following whales, shall hereafter be caught and marked, then he can readily be incorporated into this System, according to his Folio, Octavo, or Duodecimo magnitude: The Bottle-Nose Whale; the Junk Whale; the Pudding-Headed Whale; the Cape Whale; the Leading Whale; the Cannon Whale; the Scragg Whale; the Coppered Whale; the Elephant Whale; the Iceberg Whale; the Quog Whale; the Blue Whale; etc.
Scragg departed, when a gentleman called to know if Mrs. Darlington had a vacant front room in the second story. "I had this morning; but it is taken," replied the widow. "Ah! I'm sorry for that." "Will not a third story front room suit you?" "No. My wife is not in very good health, and wishes a second story room.
"It's no use for you to waste words, sir! What I say I mean. I have other rooms in the house very nearly as good, and am willing to take you for something less in consideration of this disappointment. If that will meet your views, well; if not, let us have no more words on the subject." There was a certain something in Mrs. Darlington's tone of voice that Scragg understood to mean a fixed purpose.
BOSWELL. In The Spectator, No. 436, Hockley in the Hole is described as 'a place of no small renown for the gallantry of the lower order of Britons. Fielding mentions it in Jonathan Wild, bk. i. ch. 2: 'Jonathan married Elizabeth, daughter of Scragg Hollow, of Hockley in the Hole, Esq., and by her had Jonathan, who is the illustrious subject of these memoirs. In The Beggar's Opera, act i. Mrs.
Wild's Early Exploits Mr. Jonathan Wild, who was descended from a long line of great men, was born in 1665. His father followed the fortunes of Mr. Snap, who enjoyed a reputable office under the sheriff of London and Middlesex; and his mother was the daughter of Scragg Hollow, Esq., of Hockley-in-the-Hole.
Then came the noise of many feet in the passage, and the din of children's voices. Mr. Scragg and his family had arrived. Mrs. Ring was sitting with the morning paper in her hand, when her door was flung widely open, and a strange man stepped boldly in, saying, as he did so, to the lady who followed him "This is one of the chambers." Mrs.
I'm a man that knows his rights, and, knowing, always maintains them." "You cannot have the rooms, sir. That is out of the question," said Mrs. Darlington, looking both distressed and indignant. "And I tell you that I will have them!" replied Scragg, angrily. "Peter! Peter! Don't act so," now interposed Mrs. Scragg. "There's no use in it." "Ain't there, indeed? We'll see. Madam" he addressed Mrs.
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