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Pynsent did not choose to acknowledge these signals, except by extreme haughtiness towards Mr. Wagg, and particular deference to the ladies. If there was one thing laughable in Mr. Wagg's eyes, it was poverty. He had the soul of a butler who had been brought from his pantry to make fun in the drawing-room.
Vaniman went into the van like a whipped dog into a kennel and lay awake and wrestled with his difficulties. During the progress of the pilgrimage the next day Wagg halted frequently. Vaniman could hear the conversations between his charioteer and the natives of the section. Mr.
"Not so! Not so! We have followed you two because we have important business with you. We have had a lot of trouble and effort in getting here. Bear that in mind, please!" The new arrivals were quite matter-of-fact and Wagg was helped to recover some of his composure. "The two of you are three-year men robbery in the nighttime," he declared, out of his official knowledge.
One morning Wagg came with a stool and a rifle and located himself close beside the armchair; he sat on the stool and rested the rifle across his knees and smoked a corncob pipe placidly. And there was plenty of opportunity for talk, though Wagg obtrusively kept his face turned from Vaniman's and talked through the corner of his mouth. "Now you see, I hope!
By the wiles of Wagg and a soap diet Frank Vaniman had been able to secure his modest slice of God's sunlight. There was aplenty of that sunshine in Egypt. It flooded the bare hills and the barren valleys; there were not trees enough to trig the sunlight's flood with effective barriers of shade. Tasper Britt walked out into it from the door of Files's tavern.
Foker's introduction at Fairoaks, nor indeed was that ingenuous gentleman much more than a boy, and his refinement was only that of a school and college. Mr. Wagg, as he entered the Fairoaks premises with his companion, eyed and noted everything. "Old gardener," he said, seeing Mr.
Wenham," he abruptly concluded for his joke flagged just then, as he saw that his patron was not listening. In fact, Steyne's glasses were up, and he was examining some object on the stage. "Yes, I've heard that joke about Venus's turtle and the London Tavern before you begin to fail, my poor Wagg. If you don't mind I shall be obliged to have a new Jester," Lord Steyne said, laying down his glass.
But he was hampered by the clutch on his collar and Wagg was not sure that the grin was intended for him, though the consciousness that the convict might have beheld what was on the inner side of that shield of boards was a thought which troubled Mr. Wagg's complacent belief that a good job had been well done.
Many times, keeping vigil when his emotions would not allow him to sleep, Vaniman saw Wagg halt and peer through the bars of the cell. The corridor light showed his face. But Wagg did not accost the prisoner. The guard acted like a man who, whatever might be his particular interest in Vaniman, proposed to take plenty of time in getting acquainted.
"It's a clear case," said Mr. Wenham, having read this letter; "old Pendennis is in love." "And wants to get the woman up to London evidently," continued Mr. Wagg. "I should like to see Pendennis on his knees, with the rheumatism," said Mr. Wenham. "Or accommodating the beloved object with a lock of his hair," said Wagg. "Stuff." said the great man. "He has relations in the country, hasn't he?
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