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Three, four, five, guineas, you would consider handsome, I dare say." "Noble, my dear friend!" cries Grandfather Smallweed, screwing up his eyes. "If not, say how much more, in your conscience as a soldier, you can demand. There is no need for you to part with the writing, against your inclination though I should prefer to have it." Mr.
It's a delightful place. It's a picture! You never find that anything goes off here accidentally, do you, my dear friend?" adds Grandfather Smallweed, very ill at ease. "No, no. No fear of that." "And your workman. He Oh, dear me! he never lets anything off without meaning it, does he, my dear friend?" "He has never hurt anybody but himself," says Mr. George, smiling. "But he might, you know.
Matthew Bagnet, and by you accepted, for the sum of ninety-seven pounds four shillings and ninepence, will become due to-morrow, when you will please be prepared to take up the same on presentation. Yours, Joshua Smallweed. What do you make of that, Phil?" "Mischief, guv'ner." "Why?"
Smallweed the younger, they, fresh from the sunlight, can at first see nothing save darkness and shadows; but they gradually discern the elder Mr. Smallweed seated in his chair upon the brink of a well or grave of waste-paper, the virtuous Judy groping therein like a female sexton, and Mrs.
Smallweed the elder pokes his head out of window and bawls to Mr. Guppy, "How de do, sir! How de do!" "What do Chick and his family want here at this time of the morning, I wonder!" says Mr. Guppy, nodding to his familiar. "My dear sir," cries Grandfather Smallweed, "would you do me a favour?
Jobling begins. "I mean," returns Mr. Guppy, shrugging his shoulders with becoming modesty, "that I can't make him out. I appeal to our mutual friend Smallweed whether he has or has not heard me remark that I can't make him out." Mr. Smallweed bears the concise testimony, "A few!" "I have seen something of the profession and something of life, Tony," says Mr.
George one poke in the back. The trooper raising his head, she makes another poke at her esteemed grandfather, and having thus brought them together, stares rigidly at the fire. "Aye, aye! Ho, ho! U u u ugh!" chatters Grandfather Smallweed, swallowing his rage. "My dear friend!" "I tell you what," says Mr. George. "If you want to converse with me, you must speak out.
Smallweed means five hundred. Bucket Sir Leicester mechanically bows his head "and you ask me to consider a proposal of five hundred pounds. Why, it's an unreasonable proposal! Two fifty would be bad enough, but better than that. Hadn't you better say two fifty?" Mr. Smallweed is quite clear that he had better not. "Then," says Mr. Bucket, "let's hear Mr. Chadband. Lord!
Now, if your pretty granddaughter excuse me, miss will condescend to take care of this pipe for two months, we shall save the cost of one next time. Good evening, Mr. Smallweed!" "My dear friend!" the old man gives him both his hands. "So you think your friend in the city will be hard upon me if I fall in a payment?" says the trooper, looking down upon him like a giant.
Grandfather Smallweed has been gradually sliding down in his chair since his last adjustment and is now a bundle of clothes with a voice in it calling for Judy. That houri, appearing, shakes him up in the usual manner and is charged by the old gentleman to remain near him. For he seems chary of putting his visitor to the trouble of repeating his late attentions.
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