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Updated: June 9, 2025
But one never encounters these rarities, and Bungay and Bacon are no longer the innocent and ignorant rivals whom Thackeray drew. They do not give those wonderful parties; Miss Bunnion has become quite conventional; Percy Popjoy has abandoned letters; Mr. Wenham does not toady; Mr. Wagg does not joke any more.
Wagg was a bit testy the next night when Vaniman confessed that he had not eaten any of the soap. "You've got to show absolute confidence in me do what I tell you to do," insisted the guard. "I can't eat that soap. It will make me sick!" "You've said it! But eat that soap a little at a time and see what the prison doctor says.
Wagg said, with a low bow, "and one of the best known men about town, and where known, ma'am, appreciated I assure you appreciated. He is with our friend Steyne, at Aix-la-Chapelle. Steyne has a touch of the gout and so, between ourselves, has your brother.
He set the grip of both of his hands into the slack of the shoulders of the amazed guard's coat and yanked Wagg to his feet and shouted, with his nose barely an inch from Wagg's face, "I told you the truth at first. I said I didn't know where the money was. You gave me a chance to get out by a lie. I'm human. I took the chance."
Wagg said to the old domestic. John answered, "No, Master Pendennis was agone out." "Are the ladies at home?" asked the younger visitor. Mr. John answered, "Yes, they be;" and as the pair walked over the trim gravel, and by the neat shrubberies, up the steps to the hall-door, which old John opened, Mr.
"And the prison commissioners, the way state finances are, will never go to the expense of having all that rock moved to dig him out." "Probably not, seeing that he's under the whole of it," agreed Wagg. "He was a likable chap, spite of what he had done to get in here. Poor Two-Seven-Nine!" One of the inside guards had arrived at the scene of mourning. He was greatly excited.
Isn't there any way of my getting a job wheeling that dirt?" Wagg made his noiseless getaway. He departed suddenly, without a word. Until the next night Vaniman was left to wonder to what extent he had offended the official. But Wagg showed no signs of unfriendliness when he halted, after midnight, at the cell door. "Feel any better?" "No!" "I reckon I understand. Of course I understand!
From now on, sit tight!" After that, though days passed, Wagg had not one word for the amelioration of the convict's impatience. Then, one day, Wagg changed his job again. Vaniman was kept at the same work, if work it could be called. He caught glimpses of Wagg. The guard was busy on the opposite side of the big pit. He had two or three convict helpers.
It was town-talk for at least three days, and was only kept out of the newspapers by the exertions of Mr. Wagg, acting upon a hint from Mr. Wenham. The bailiffs and brokers seized upon poor Raggles in Curzon Street, and the late fair tenant of that poor little mansion was in the meanwhile where? Who cared! Who asked after a day or two? Was she guilty or not?
You see the County Chronicle says, 'The celebrated Mr. Wagg has been sojourning at Baymouth let our fashionables and eccentrics look out for something from his caustic pen. If Pen can write better than this gentleman, and speak better than Mr. Pynsent, why doesn't he? Mamma, he can't make speeches to us; or distinguish himself here. He ought to go away, indeed he ought."
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