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Of course, if the gentleman chooses to be chivalrous and abandon his claim, he can; but that is not the way of the world, you know. I feel sure he will come to me for his share some day; and the sooner the better, for money burns the pocket." Sharpus, alias Smith, said this was really a curious story.
If he telegraphs, I'll be at his heels. If he goes to the post, I know a way. If he posts in the house, he makes it too easy." At eleven Ashmead introduced his friend "Sharpus, manager of Drury Lane Theater," and watched the fencing match with some anxiety, Ina being little versed in guile.
"Surely you know that he was only the hee, hee, hee! the natural son!" You now can understand why the servants from Portland Place had been so eager to come to us. One of the house-maids heard Mr. Sharpus say there was no will, and that my wife was heir to the property, and not Mr.
But she had tact and self-possession; and she was not an angel, after all, but a woman whose wits were sharpened by love and suffering. Sharpus, alias Smith, played his assumed character to perfection. He gave the Klosking many incidents of business and professional anecdotes, and was excellent company. The Klosking was gracious, and more bonne enfant than Ashmead had ever seen her.
A neat simple white neck-cloth, a merry rather obsequious manner, a cadaverous look, perhaps, now and again, and a rather dreadful grin; but I know ogres very considerably respected: and when you hint to such and such a man, "My dear sir, Mr. Sharpus, whom you appear to like, is, I assure you, a most dreadful cannibal;" the gentleman cries, "Oh, psha, nonsense!
Bar's nose; Orlando seemed putrified to stone, with his irons fixed to Mr. Hock's head; our respective patients gave a wince out: Mrs. C., Jemimarann, and Tug, rushed from the back shop, and we formed a splendid tableau such as the great Cruikshank might have depicted. "And Mr. John Tuggeridge, sir?" says I. "Why hee, hee, hee!" says Mr. Sharpus.
"I that is yes it's a painful affair, mem," he said, giving one look at her pale face, and then turning away in a flurry. "I beg to refer you to Blunt, Hone, and Sharpus, my lawyers, mem," he added, collecting himself. "I didn't expect this from YOU, Mr. Eglantine," said the lady, and began to sob. "And after what's 'appened, I didn't expect a visit from YOU, mem. I thought Mrs.
"My name, sir, is Sharpus, Blunt, Hone and Sharpus, Middle Temple Lane, and I am proud to salute you, sir; happy, that is to say, sorry to say that Mr. Tuggeridge, of Portland Place, is dead, and your lady is heiress, in consequence, to one of the handsomest properties in the kingdom." At this I started, and might have sunk to the ground, but for my hold of Mr.
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