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"I got one," he replied, "and meetin' Lanty Gorman goin' home wid Square Deaker's ass King James or Sheemus a Cocka, as he calls him that is, 'Jemmy the Cock, in regard of the great courage he showed at the Boyne I made him promise to bring him up. Lanty, sir, says the Square's a'most gone." "Why, is he worse?" asked Val, very coolly.
I'm sure there's times when I feel I'd like to go in the trenches. That's the worst o' my job; you can't be a human bein' not in the full sense of the word. You mustn't let your passions rise, you mustn't drink, you mustn't talk; it's a narrow walk o' life. Well, here you are, miss; your Square's the next turnin' to the right. Good night and thank you for your conversation."
"Doesn't the gintleman identify you, you villain," replied one of the turnkeys; "an' isn't the Square's letther in your favor?" "Villain, is id!" exclaimed Phelim. "An' from a hangman's cousin, too, we're to bear this! eh? Take that, anyhow, an' maybe you'll get more when you don't expect it. Whoo! Success, Phelim! There's blood in you still, abouchal!"
She had found something depressing in the rococo civilization of Southern California. There was an insufficient appreciation of Mr. Square's Eternal Fitness of Things. The spirit of Los Angeles, for example, was the same as that of the picnic party which, lunching on Ruskin's glacier, leaves its chicken bones and eggshells to offend all subsequent picnickers.
This was the case of Mr Allworthy; for Blifil having wiped off the greater suspicion, the lesser, which had been raised by Square's letter, sunk of course, and was forgotten; and Thwackum, with whom he was greatly offended, bore alone all the reflections which Square had cast on the enemies of Jones. As for that young man, the resentment of Mr Allworthy began more and more to abate towards him.
Seems to me you make short calls. Now set right down here, where you can see out o' the winder. That square's cracked, but I guess the directors'll put in another." Mrs. Mitchell was amazed, but entirely interested. It was many a long day since any person, official or private, had met with cordiality from this quarter.
If prison-warders did not sterilise persons who had been awaiting their trial for weeks in Houses of Detention Pest-houses of Detention you could not expect a putrid fever to adopt new rules merely to accommodate legal prejudice. And in the same way if Cavendish Square came sniffing up pestilential effluvia in Drury Lane, it was The Square's look out, not Typhus's.
Among other particulars which constituted the unfitness of things in Mr Square's opinion, danger and difficulty were two.
They crossed to the railings of the Square's dark garden, where nobody was passing. And with every step Lennan's humiliation grew. There was something false and undignified in walking with this young man who had once treated him as a father confessor to his love for Nell. And suddenly he perceived that they had made a complete circuit of the Square garden without speaking a single word.
Pooley kept it up, and they could have kept it up much longer but for the arrival of Miss Proctor. Miss Proctor disapproved of Thurston Square's preoccupation with its intellect, a thing no well-bred person is ever conscious of. She announced that she had come to take dear Fanny down from her clouds and humanise her by a little gossip. She ignored Mrs. Pooley, since Mrs.
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