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To a casual spectator, or to any one unacquainted with the position of the family, this fainting would have been unaccountable. To those who understood the mission of the man with the bag, and were moreover acquainted with the excitability of the nerves of Mr. Simon Tuggs, it was quite comprehensible. A long-pending lawsuit respecting the validity of a will, had been unexpectedly decided; and Mr.
Even the dignity of Captain Walter Waters relaxed, to that degree, that he suffered himself to be prevailed upon by Mr. Joseph Tuggs, to partake of cold pigeon-pie and sherry, on deck; and a most delightful conversation, aided by these agreeable stimulants, was prolonged, until they ran alongside Ramsgate Pier. ‘Good-bye, dear!’ said Mrs.
And, sure enough, four young ladies, each furnished with a towel, tripped up the steps of a bathing-machine. In went the horse, floundering about in the water; round turned the machine; down sat the driver; and presently out burst the young ladies aforesaid, with four distinct splashes. ‘Well, that’s sing’ler, too!’ ejaculated Mr. Joseph Tuggs, after an awkward pause. Mr. Cymon coughed slightly.
‘How d’ye do, dear? We have been looking for you, all the morning,’ said a voice to Miss Charlotta Tuggs. Mrs. Captain Waters was the owner of it. ‘How d’ye do?’ said Captain Walter Waters, all suavity; and a most cordial interchange of greetings ensued. ‘Belinda, my love,’ said Captain Walter Waters, applying his glass to his eye, and looking in the direction of the sea.
Captain Waters to Miss Charlotta Tuggs, just before the bustle of landing commenced; ‘we shall see you on the sands in the morning; and, as we are sure to have found lodgings before then, I hope we shall be inseparables for many weeks to come.’ ‘Oh! I hope so,’ said Miss Charlotta Tuggs, emphatically. ‘Tickets, ladies and gen’lm’n,’ said the man on the paddle-box.
Dowler, and Cymon Tuggs, like Winkle, excites the jealousy of the husband. "Stop him," roared Dowler, "hold him keep him tight shut him in till I come down I'll cut his throat give me a knife from ear to ear, Mrs. Craddock, I will." And Captain Waters: "Ah! what do I see? Slaughter, your sabre unhand me the villain's life!"
Tuggs. ‘Simon shall go to the bar,’ said Mr. Joseph Tuggs. ‘And I shall always sign myself “Cymon” in future,’ said his son. ‘And I shall call myself Charlotta,’ said Miss Tuggs. ‘And you must always call me “Ma,” and father “Pa,”’ said Mrs. Tuggs. ‘Yes, and Pa must leave off all his vulgar habits,’ interposed Miss Tuggs. ‘I’ll take care of all that,’ responded Mr. Joseph Tuggs, complacently.
Cymon Tuggs, in a voice broken by emotion, expressed his disinclination to undergo the process of assassination before the eyes of anybody. ‘Then leave me,’ said Mrs. Captain Waters. ‘Leave me, this night, for ever. It is late: let us return.’ Mr. Cymon Tuggs sadly offered the lady his arm, and escorted her to her lodgings.
‘Delightful morning, sir!’ said a stoutish, military-looking gentleman in a blue surtout buttoned up to his chin, and white trousers chained down to the soles of his boots. Mr. Cymon Tuggs took upon himself the responsibility of answering the observation. ‘Heavenly!’ he replied. ‘You are an enthusiastic admirer of the beauties of Nature, sir?’ said the military gentleman. ‘I am, sir,’ replied Mr.
Cymon Tuggs. ‘Travelled much, sir?’ inquired the military gentleman. ‘Not much,’ replied Mr. Cymon Tuggs. ‘You’ve been on the continent, of course?’ inquired the military gentleman. ‘Not exactly,’ replied Mr. Cymon Tuggs—in a qualified tone, as if he wished it to be implied that he had gone half-way and come back again.
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