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Smallweed, panting. "Oh, dear me! Oh, my stars! My dear friend, your workman is very strong and very prompt. O Lord, he is very prompt! Judy, draw me back a little. I'm being scorched in the legs," which indeed is testified to the noses of all present by the smell of his worsted stockings.
"My dear friend, I am afraid he will," returns the old man, looking up at him like a pygmy. Mr. George laughs, and with a glance at Mr. Smallweed and a parting salutation to the scornful Judy, strides out of the parlour, clashing imaginary sabres and other metallic appurtenances as he goes. "You're a damned rogue," says the old gentleman, making a hideous grimace at the door as he shuts it.
And it has been renewed no end of times. What do you say now?" "I say that I think the times is come to a end at last." "You do? Humph! I am much of the same mind myself." "Joshua Smallweed is him that was brought here in a chair?" "The same."
Oh, no, I don't think so!" Here Mr. Smallweed, seized with a fit of coughing in the midst of his triumph, breaks off to ejaculate, "Oh, dear me! Oh, Lord! I'm shaken all to pieces!" "Now, when you're ready," says Mr. Bucket after awaiting his recovery, "to come to anything that concerns Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet, here the gentleman sits, you know." "Haven't I come to it, Mr.
He has good friends, and he is good for his pay, and he is good for the selling price of his commission, and he is good for his chance in a lawsuit, and he is good for his chance in a wife, and oh, do you know, Mr. George, I think my friend would consider the young gentleman good for something yet?" says Grandfather Smallweed, turning up his velvet cap and scratching his ear like a monkey. Mr.
I'm sure I was all tumbled together like Grandpa Smallweed, and I've an awful suspicion that my mouth was open." Sylvia shook her head. "Honestly? Don't spare me." He slowly pulled himself upright, and Sylvia shrank closer to the mast. Her eyes shone like those of a startled bird who awaits only a shade more certainty of danger to dart from the spot. "No, no!" she exclaimed.
Perkins: firstly, that if her Johnny was to have whiskers, she could wish 'em to be identically like that young man's; and secondly, "Mark my words, Mrs. Perkins, ma'am, and don't you be surprised, Lord bless you, if that young man comes in at last for old Krook's money!" The Smallweed Family
There ain't one of the family that wouldn't sell the other for a pound or two, except the old lady and she's only out of it because she's too weak in her mind to drive a bargain." "Mr Bucket," said my guardian aloud, "whatever the worth of this paper may be to any one, my obligations are great to you; and if it be of any worth, I hold myself bound to see Mr. Smallweed remunerated accordingly."
So glad you came that day! I should have missed forming such a friendship if you hadn't come!" "Well, Mr. Smallweed?" says Mr. George again after going through the ceremony with some stiffness. "I had no such thing. I have nothing but his signature.
"Being a prudent man and accustomed to take care of your own affairs, you begin to rummage among the papers as you have come into; don't you?" "Of course I do," cried Mr. Smallweed. "Of course you do," said Mr. Bucket conversationally, "and much to blame you would be if you didn't. And so you chance to find, you know," Mr.
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