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He knew intimately the topography of the fields beside the track; in which corner of Tubbs's pasture, between the track and the lake, the scraggly wild clover grew, and down what part of the gravel-bank it was most exciting to roll.
This was not exactly his ideal of domestic happiness, yet it was better than the life led by the Hewetts better than that of other households with which he was acquainted better far, it seemed to him, than the aspirations which were threatening to lead poor Clara who knew whither? A temptation beset him to walk round into Upper Street and pass Mrs. Tubbs's bar.
Gertie: "Now you just let Carl tell us when he gets ready, you big, bad brother! Carl wants to hear all about Home first.... All these years!... You were asking about the changes. There haven't been so very many. You know it's a little slow there. Oh, of course, I almost forgot; why, you haven't been in Joralemon since they built up what used to be Tubbs's pasture."
I felt that I should gloat over it. Perhaps of all those present I alone, free from sordid hopes, would get the true romantic zest and essence of it Covertly I watched the faces around me. Mr. Tubbs's eyes had grown bright; he licked his dry lips. His nose, tip-tilted and slightly bulbous, took on a more than usually roseate hue.
Tubbs's ambitions, without relating the whole strange story of the diary and the Island Queen. I was immensely pleased already by the elimination of Mr. Tubbs from the number of those who need have a finger in the golden pie. I thought that perhaps with time and patience I might coax events to play still further into my hand. But meanwhile the cave drew me like a magnet.
It happened to be the parcel bearing Tubbs's name, and contained, besides a seventh part of the provisions, Tubbs's voluntary contributions to the general store namely, the crib to Sallust, and the guide to the environs of Tunbridge Wells.
Tubbs's confidence in the infallibility of the tombstone was so great that no real objection was interposed. No difficulty was made of the absence of Captain Magnus, as his interests were unaffected by the change. Space was left for his signature. Mine came last of all, as that of a mere interloper and hanger-on.
Through the day and through the evening Clara Hewett had her place behind Mrs. Tubbs's bar. For daylight wear, the dress which had formerly been her best was deemed sufficient; it was simple, but not badly made, and became her figure. Her evening attire was provided by Mrs. Tubbs, who recouped herself by withholding the promised wages for a certain number of weeks.
Tubbs's situation was, to say the least, awkward. He had risked all, and lost it. But he maintained an air of jaunty self-confidence, slightly tinged with irony. It was all very well, he seemed to imply, for us to try to get along without H. H. We would discover the impossibility of it soon enough. Aunt Jane, drooping, had been led away to the cabin by Miss Higglesby-Browne.
Tubbs!" screamed the lady, "you've got your best pantaloons on." "Never mind, my dear; out with your story, for I'm busy." "Mr. Tubbs! I've been insulted!" Mr. Tubbs's head instantly became as red as one of his own blood beets. "Who is the miscreant?" he yelled, jumping up. "A young man who sat next to me in the omnibus." "Describe him!"
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