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Updated: May 17, 2025
Now we're ready to start you. I've a good mind to go and get old Tacker to ring up the big bell and let them know you're just going to begin."
Mr Tacker, who from his great experience in the performance of funerals, would have made an excellent pantomime actor, winked at Mrs Gamp without at all disturbing the gravity of his countenance, and followed his master into the next room.
"It's a pity to put Tacker to the trouble, young 'un," said he; "he'll probably ring when I'm going to leave off, and that'll do as well." "That's not bad for you," said Gedge, approvingly; "not half bad. Go on like that, and you'll make a joke in about a fortnight." "Look here," said Reginald, smiling at last. "I shall either have to punch your head or begin work.
George Simmons, the guard, told me all about it last week, when I happened across him an' asked the same question you've been askin'. George was huntin' through the corridors to find out what had gone wrong; that's how the blind men stepped out without his noticin'. He pretended to be pretty angry wi' the young tacker.
Who that hears him now, would suppose he'd ever had wind enough to carry the feathers on his head! Come in, Tacker. 'Beg your pardon, ma'am, said Tacker, looking in a little way. 'I thought our Governor was here. 'Well! so he is, cried Mould. 'Oh! I didn't see you, I'm sure, said Tacker, looking in a little farther.
One, two, three, four, said Mr Tacker, heaping that number of black cloaks upon his left arm. 'Is Tom there, with the cake and wine? asked Mr Mould. 'Ready to come in at a moment's notice, sir, said Tacker.
Upon my life, you know, that ought to be sent to somebody who could make use of it. It's one of the smartest things that ever was said. Hollow ELM tree, eh? of course. Very hollow. Ha, ha, ha! Here a knock was heard at the room door. 'That's Tacker, I know, said Mrs Mould, 'by the wheezing he makes.
She kissed her father twice, as if the second kiss was meant for her happier sister, and, raising her arms towards the sky he pointed to, whispered, "Freedom!" and died upon his breast. Owen Daw brought the news of the repulse from Cowgill House and the wounding of Captain Van Dorn. "Where is the little tacker, Levin?" asked Patty Cannon, furiously.
'Here's a tacker, I said, 'can climb up to the top of Emmanuel's in his sleep, and I've been wasting money and temper on them that won't go up an ord'nary chimbley when they're wideawake, 'ithout I lights a furze-bush underneath to hurry them." "I trust," put in Miss Plinlimmon, aghast, "you are jesting, Mr. Trapp?" "Jesting, ma'am?"
The Gentlemen were so mortify'd at this, that even the hottest High-Church Solunarian of them all, if he put in any where to be re-chosen, the first thing he had to do, was to assure the People he was no Tacker, none of the 134, and a vast deal of difficulty they had to Purge themselves of this blessed Action, which they us'd to value themselves on before, as their Glory and Merit.
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