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Sometimes its genial humour grew obstreperous, and passed all bounds; and then it cast into the room, among the twinkling feet, with a loud burst, a shower of harmless little sparks, and in its exultation leaped and bounded, like a mad thing, up the broad old chimney. Another dance was near its close, when Mr. Snitchey touched his partner, who was looking on, upon the arm. Mr.
It is enough that at last she triumphantly produced the thimble on her finger, and rattled the nutmeg-grater: the literature of both those trinkets being obviously in course of wearing out and wasting away, through excessive friction. 'That's the thimble, is it, young woman? said Mr. Snitchey, diverting himself at her expense. 'And what does the thimble say?
Craggs, said Snitchey, with a disconcerted laugh; 'knew her almost from a baby! Alfred himself. There was no gainsaying the last clause, certainly; and Mr. Snitchey, glancing at him, thought so. There was something naturally graceful and pleasant in the very carelessness of his air.
'And you know it? said his client. 'I do, sir! replied Snitchey; 'and I have also reason to know that it will be broken to her sister to-morrow evening. They have given her that promise. In the meantime, perhaps you'll give me the honour of your company at my house; being unexpected at your own.
Snitchey and Michael Warden went up-stairs; and there they were soon engaged in a conversation so cautiously conducted, that no murmur of it was audible above the clatter of plates and dishes, the hissing of the frying-pan, the bubbling of saucepans, the low monotonous waltzing of the jack with a dreadful click every now and then as if it had met with some mortal accident to its head, in a fit of giddiness and all the other preparations in the kitchen for their dinner.
As to starvation, we could ensure you some hundreds a-year to starve upon, even in the beginning I dare say, Mr. Warden. 'Hundreds, said the client. 'And I have spent thousands! 'That, retorted Mr. Snitchey, putting the papers slowly back into the cast-iron box, 'there is no doubt about. No doubt about, he repeated to himself, as he thoughtfully pursued his occupation.
'I had given a solemn promise of silence until I should return, whenever that might be, interrupted Mr. Warden; 'and I have kept it. 'Well, sir, and I repeat it, returned Mr. Snitchey, 'we were bound to silence too. We were bound to silence in our duty towards ourselves, and in our duty towards a variety of clients, you among them, who were as close as wax.
Snitchey, turning to him suddenly, as if to anticipate any effect that might otherwise be consequent on this retort, 'she'd find it to be the golden rule of half her clients. They are serious enough in that whimsical as your world is and lay the blame on us afterwards. We, in our profession, are little else than mirrors after all, Mr.
'And a nutmeg-grater. 'Why, this is a lunatic! a subject for the Lord High Chancellor! said Snitchey, staring at her. 'If possessed of any property, stipulated Craggs. Grace, however, interposing, explained that each of the articles in question bore an engraved motto, and so formed the pocket library of Clemency Newcome, who was not much given to the study of books.
Snitchey, gravely addressing himself to his partner, 'that of all the scrapes Mr.
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