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"America is a large place, Shuffler," I answered. "Whereabouts is he over there, eh?" "Well, sir," said he, "I don't 'zackly knows were 'e his; but I dessay you'll come across him, sir. I'll give you the letter, at hany rate;" and he did too, although I combated his resolution.
I remember once hearing him say that it was not till he was nearly thirty that he discovered "what thick and sticky fluids were air and water," how crass and dull in comparison with other more subtle fluids; he added that speech had no less deceived him, seeming, as it did, to be such a perfect messenger of thought, and being after all nothing but a shuffler and a loiterer.
"Come on," and Walter added his invitation. "I'm going to be the 'shuffler, and I may as well have something worth while to 'shuffle' while I'm at it." Ida smiled at this. It was evident that she could not resist after this appeal especially as it came from Walter, who found much favor in her eyes.
But it is always the way with that class of people: they only look upon you in the light of how much you are worth!" "Oh, ma!" said Bessie Dasher, "I think Mr Shuffler very civil and polite. He always makes me quite a low bow whenever he sees me." "Ah! my dear," said her mother, "that's because you are young and pretty, as I was once.
I'm a deacon, and have got my station in the Jonesville meetin' house to think on. Hold it in, I say!" The shuffler glanced round at us as calm as a goggle-eyed clam and never dained to answer, and seemin'ly urged on the orto to redoubled speed.
So Josiah and I sot off alone, and he bein' in good sperits and bein' gin to new and strange projects, proposed that we should take an ortomobile. I didn't favor the idee and said: "Id'no about it, Josiah, I feel kinder skairful about ortos, I fear that it might prove our last ride." "But," sez he, "with a good shuffler there hain't any danger."
Whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain! Some weeks after our conversation in the churchyard, I met old Shuffler one day waddling along the Terrace in a state of great excitement.
Then he watched all the company sit or lie down on the shady side of the hedge, under the pollard-willows, and Tom Boldre the shuffler and one or two more go into the farm-house, and come out with great yellow-ware with pies in them, and the little sturdy-looking kegs of beer, and two mugs to go round among them all.
"I believe, sir," said Shuffler, blinking his sound eye furiously the while, to give a facetious effect to his words, "he's agoin' to get married. So my missus says at least, sir; and she gen'rally knows wot's agoin' on. Wemmenfolk finds out them things somehow or other!" "Mawley going to be married!" I repeated. "Nonsense, Shuffler! it is probably some mistake.
"Well, sir," said Shuffler, "it's a secret as yet; but I don't mind telling you, Mr Lorton, as I know you won't let it out Mr Mawley, the parsun, has took the villa!" "Mr Mawley!" I exclaimed, with redoubled astonishment. "Why, what on earth does he want a house for?"
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