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'Did you ever go to law? asked Mr. Snitchey, looking out of the blue bag. 'Never, returned the Doctor. 'If you ever do, said Mr. Snitchey, 'perhaps you'll alter that opinion. Craggs, who seemed to be represented by Snitchey, and to be conscious of little or no separate existence or personal individuality, offered a remark of his own in this place.
You trust a great deal too much to your Snitcheys, I think, and I hope you may never find my words come true. While Mrs. Snitchey would observe to Mr.
Snitchey, with the carving knife and fork in his hands, and throwing the question at him like a missile. 'Certainly, returned the lawyer. 'Do YOU want any? to Craggs. 'Lean and well done, replied that gentleman. This was on the occasion of Mr. Craggs, whose teeth were not of the best, partially choking, when he cried out with great animation, 'I thought he was gone!
Without waiting for permission, he came straight to Marion, and kissed her hand, quite joyfully. 'If Mr. Craggs had been alive, my dear Miss Marion, said Mr. Snitchey, 'he would have had great interest in this occasion. It might have suggested to him, Mr. Alfred, that our life is not too easy perhaps: that, taken altogether, it will bear any little smoothing we can give it; but Mr.
Craggs started, as if his familiar had been a spectre. 'Is he gone? he asked. 'Hush! He has been with me, said Snitchey, 'for three hours and more. He went over everything. He looked into all our arrangements for him, and was very particular indeed. He Humph! The dance was finished. Marion passed close before him, as he spoke.
Sometimes, they would stop, and shaking their heads in concert, look towards the abstracted client. And the name on the box being Michael Warden, Esquire, we may conclude from these premises that the name and the box were both his, and that the affairs of Michael Warden, Esquire, were in a bad way. 'That's all, said Mr. Snitchey, turning up the last paper. 'Really there's no other resource.
Craggs. But he looked at Clemency as he said it, and seemed to sympathise with Ben, consoling her. 'Mr. Craggs, sir, observed Snitchey, 'didn't find life, I regret to say, as easy to have and to hold as his theory made it out, or he would have been among us now. It's a great loss to me. He was my right arm, my right leg, my right ear, my right eye, was Mr. Craggs. I am paralytic without him.
'A mere prodigal son with no father to go back to, no swine to keep, and no husks to share with them? Eh? pursued the client, rocking one leg over the other, and searching the ground with his eyes. Mr. Snitchey coughed, as if to deprecate the being supposed to participate in any figurative illustration of a legal position. Mr.
Mr. and Mrs. Craggs came arm in arm, but Mrs. Snitchey came alone. 'Why, what's become of HIM? inquired the Doctor. The feather of a Bird of Paradise in Mrs. Snitchey's turban, trembled as if the Bird of Paradise were alive again, when she said that doubtless Mr. Craggs knew. SHE was never told. 'That nasty office, said Mrs. Craggs. 'I wish it was burnt down, said Mrs. Snitchey.
Craggs was a man who could endure to be convinced, sir. He was always open to conviction. If he were open to conviction, now, I this is weakness. Mrs. Snitchey, my dear, at his summons that lady appeared from behind the door, 'you are among old friends. Mrs. Snitchey having delivered her congratulations, took her husband aside. 'One moment, Mr. Snitchey, said that lady.
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