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Shrig, and, snatching off the fur cap, he dashed it to the ground, stooped, picked it up, and crammed it back upon his head, all in a moment. "Why what's the matter?" "Matter!" said Mr. Shrig, "matter, sir?
"Then perhaps I had better be going?" said he. "Going, sir? and for v'y?" "That you may be more private, and talk more freely." "Sir," said Mr. Shrig. "I knows v'en to speak and v'en not. My eyes tells me who I can trust and who not. And, sir, I've took to you, and so's the Corp, ain't you, Dick?" "Yes, sir," said the giant diffidently. "Sir," pursued Mr.
Wonderingly, Barnabas handed him the article in question, whereupon Mr. Shrig, setting it upon the end of the nobbly stick, began to advance swiftly where the shadow lay blackest, and with an added caution, motioning to Barnabas to do the like. They were close upon the River now, so close that Barnabas could hear it lapping against the piles, and catch the indefinable reek of it.
Shrig?" Immediately the door became stationary and, after some brief pause a voice issued from behind it, a voice somewhat wheezing and hoarse. "Which your parding I ax, sir," said the voice, "which your parding I 'umbly ax, but it ain't, me being a respectable female, sir, name o' Snummitt, sir charing, sir, also washing and clear-starching, sir!"
Shrig busied with his little book and a stumpy pencil, much as if he had been composing a sermon or address, while Anthony, lounging upon the settee, watched him with lazy interest. "A on-commonly taking cove, sir, that young man o' yourn!" said Mr. Shrig, pocketing book and pencil. "Not more so than other servants, I believe," I answered.
So they meant business, did they?" "Yes," said Barnabas, nodding grimly, "they certainly meant business, especially Mr. Chich " "Ssh!" said Mr. Shrig, glancing round, "call 'im Number Two. Sir, Number Two is a extra-special, super-fine, over-weight specimen, 'e is. I've knowed a many 'Capitals' in my time, but I never knowed such a Capital o' Capital Coves as 'im.
"T'morrer mornin', Joel!" said Mr. Shrig, taking up the reins; and flicking the horse, away we went at a sharp trot. "Do you propose to stay the night at Tonbridge, Mr. Shrig?" "Vy it's all accordin' to Number Vun, sir. Number Vun set out for Tonbridge but might be goin' further; v'ether 'e does or no, depends on Number Two." "I fear I do not understand you, Mr. Shrig."
Then Barnabas rose, and coming to the window, peered cautiously out, and there, standing before the barn surveying its dilapidation with round, approving eyes, his nobbly stick beneath his arm, his high-crowned, broad-brimmed hat upon his head, was Mr. Shrig. Surprise and something very like disappointment were in Mr. Shrig's look as Barnabas stepped out from the yawning doorway of the barn.
In a great elbow chair beside the ingle, with a cushion at his back and another beneath one foot, sat Mr. Shrig puffing at a pipe and with his little reader open on the table at his elbow. He looked a little thinner and paler than usual, and Barnabas noticed that one leg was swathed in bandages, but his smile was as innocent and guileless and his clasp as warm as ever as they greeted each other.
"So you turned honest and married her?" said Barnabas, as Mr. Shrig paused. "No, sir, I turned honest and she married a coal-v'ipper, v'ich, though it did come a bit 'ard on me at first, vos all for the best in the end, for she deweloped a chaffer, as you might say, a tongue, d' ye see, sir, and I'm vun as is fond of a quiet life, v'en I can get it.
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