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Tugby, said the gentleman: Tugby having stood in silent consternation for some time: 'is Going. 'Then, said Tugby, turning to his wife, 'he must Go, you know, before he's Gone. 'I don't think you can move him, said the gentleman, shaking his head. 'I wouldn't take the responsibility of saying it could be done, myself. You had better leave him where he is. He can't live long.
She made this apology to a gentleman in black, who, with his wristbands tucked up, and his hat cocked loungingly on one side, and his hands in his pockets, sat down astride on the table-beer barrel, and nodded in return. 'This is a bad business up-stairs, Mrs. Tugby, said the gentleman. 'The man can't live.
'Like Fighting Cocks! He was interrupted by a cry a sound of lamentation from the upper story of the house. The gentleman moved hurriedly to the door. 'My friend, he said, looking back, 'you needn't discuss whether he shall be removed or not. He has spared you that trouble, I believe. Saying so, he ran up-stairs, followed by Mrs. Tugby; while Mr.
Barring that, the whole of the first scene of the "Chimes" was alive with reality, and with a curious diversity of human character. In the one that followed, and in which Trotty conveyed a letter to Sir Joseph Rowley, the impersonation of the obese hall-porter, later on identified as Tugby, was in every way far beyond that of the pompous humanitarian member of parliament.
The gentleman got off the cask, and stretched himself, observing: 'I suppose he used her ill, as soon as they were married? 'I don't think he ever did that, said Mrs. Tugby, shaking her head, and wiping her eyes.
She put her hair back with her hand, and looked in a sudden manner at the sky, and the dark lowering distance. 'This is the last night of an Old Year, and I won't carry ill-blood and quarrellings and disturbances into a New One, to please you nor anybody else, said Tugby, who was quite a retail Friend and Father. 'I wonder you an't ashamed of yourself, to carry such practices into a New Year.
'Well, sir, he went to her, and kneeled to her; said it was so; said it ever had been so; and made a prayer to her to save him. 'And she? Don't distress yourself, Mrs. Tugby. 'She came to me that night to ask me about living here. "What he was once to me," she said, "is buried in a grave, side by side with what I was to him. But I have thought of this; and I will make the trial.
We bore distinctly enough in remembrance, and longed then to have heard from the lips of the Reader in answer to the dream-wife's remark, "You're in spirits, Tugby, my dear!" Tugby's fat, gasping response, "No, No. Not particular. I'm a little elewated. The muffins came so pat!"
Tugby said he wouldn't; but, his whole existence was a fight, in which, if any judgment might be founded on the constantly- increasing shortness of his breath, and the deepening purple of his face, he was always getting the worst of it. 'So it's blowing, and sleeting, and threatening snow; and it's dark, and very cold, is it, my dear? said Mr.
The gentleman, not otherwise hard-hearted or indifferent to such scenes, than that he saw them every day, and knew that they were figures of no moment in the Filer sums mere scratches in the working of these calculations laid his hand upon the heart that beat no more, and listened for the breath, and said, 'His pain is over. It's better as it is! Mrs. Tugby tried to comfort her with kindness. Mr.
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