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"I knew it," said Price in a melancholy tone, as he held up the head which the huntsman had just dissevered from the body. "She might 'a done better with herself than come to such a place as this for the last move." "Is it all over?" asked Lady George. "That one is pretty nearly all over, miss," said George Scruby, as he threw the fox to the hounds.
I couldn't go about your work for next year so as to do you justice among the electors. I couldn't indeed." "You'd better give him a bill for ninety pounds at three months, Mr Vavasor. I have no doubt he has got a stamp in his pocket." "That I have, Mr Scruby; there ain't no mistake about that.
And all this was done under the direction of Mr Grimes. Vavasor himself was pelted with offal from the sinking tide, so that the very name of the River Bank became odious to him. He was a man who did not like to have his person touched, and when they hustled him he became angry. "Lord love you, Mr Vavasor," said Scruby, "that's nothing!
He had been feeding on his anger, and indulging it, telling himself at one moment that he would let her and her money go from him whither they list, and making inward threats in the next that the time should come in which he would punish her for this ill-usage. But there was the necessity of resolving what he would say to Mr Scruby.
"What is it I'm at, Mr Scruby? As if you didn't know very well what I'm at. There's my house; in all them Chelsea districts it's the most convenientest of any public as is open for all manner of election purposes. That's given up to it." "And what next?" said Scruby. "The next is, I myself. There isn't one of the lot of 'em can work them Chelsea fellows down along the river unless it is me.
But armies of men carrying big boards, and public-houses open at every corner, and placards in which the letters are three feet long, cost money. Those few modest hundreds which Mr Scruby had already received before the work began, had been paid on the supposition that the election would not take place till September.
But why should they have conspired to feed him with these moneys? There had been no deceit, at any rate, in reference to the pounds sterling which Scruby had already swallowed. They had been supplied, whatever had been the motives of the suppliers; and he had no doubt that more would be supplied if he would only keep himself quiet.
Mr Scruby was an attorney from Great Marlborough Street, supposed to be very knowing in the ways of metropolitan elections; and he had now stepped round, as he called it, with the object of saying a few words to Mr Grimes, partly on the subject of the forthcoming contest at Chelsea, and partly on that of the contest last past.
The two men were very civil to each other in their salutations, the attorney assuming an air of patronizing condescension, always calling the other Grimes; whereas Mr Scruby was treated with considerable deference by the publican, and was always called Mr Scruby. "Business is business," said the publican as soon as these salutations were over; "isn't it now, Mr Scruby?"
A seat in Parliament is a great thing to a man who wants to make his way; a very great thing; specially when a man's young, like you, Mr Vavasor." "Young!" said George. "Sometimes it seems to me as though I've been living for a hundred years. But I won't trouble you with that, Mr Scruby, and I believe I needn't keep you any longer."
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