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The fact was, no one thought anything of that cypher Trundle, or of his marriage a matter of no importance to anybody. That this is the true explanation is plain, for Snodgrass, fancying that the wedding was of his lady, turned pale. What was old Wardle's remark? Most significant of Trundle's status. "Don't be frightened," he said, "it's only Trundle there and Bella."
It is astonishing how Boz, in his short career, could have observed and noticed these things. Wardle's fondness for his daughters is really charming, and displayed without affectation. He connected them with the image of his lost wife.
Wardle's favourite page, better known to the readers of this unvarnished history, by the distinguishing appellation of the fat boy. 'Aha! said Mr. Pickwick. 'Aha! said the fat boy. As he said it, he glanced from the cod-fish to the oyster-barrels, and chuckled joyously. He was fatter than ever. 'Well, you look rosy enough, my young friend, said Mr. Pickwick.
It was not to be expected that the House of Commons, which was composed of such faithful representatives of the people, who voted, by a considerable majority, against Colonel Wardle's motion, would agree to a vote of thanks to him, although it was talked of by some of the honourable members. Mr.
Pickwick hastily, for he remembered how they had travelled over nearly the same ground on a previous occasion. 'Yes, we would rather walk. Here, Sam! 'Sir, said Mr. Weller. 'Help Mr. Wardle's servant to put the packages into the cart, and then ride on with him. We will walk forward at once. Having given this direction, and settled with the coachman, Mr.
'Perhaps one of the gentlemen would like to ride, sir? suggested the waiter, looking towards Mr. Winkle; 'very good saddle-horses, sir any of Mr. Wardle's men coming to Rochester, bring 'em back, Sir. 'The very thing, said Mr. Pickwick. 'Winkle, will you go on horseback? Now Mr.
"I gave it up and sold the furniture, all but one or two bits I kept by me Dave Wardle's desk, and the arm-chair. I went to a lodging at Sidcup a pretty place with honeysuckles round my window. I lived there a many years, and had friends. Then the railway came, and they pulled the cottage down Mrs. Hutchinson's.
It was a style of riding that would have made a scandal in any riding-school; but it seemed to be well calculated for the quick halts, sudden swerves, and acute angles affected by the yearling steer in his moments of excitement. He dismounted, glowing from his bath in the icy water of the creek and from the headlong gallop up from Beil Wardle's corral. "Good morning, Miss Prudence."
Now Master Michael, though absolutely deficient in education his class, a sort of aristocracy of guttersnipes, was so in the pre-Board-School fifties, was as sharp as a razor already even in the days of Dave Wardle's early accident, and had added a world of experience to his stock in the last few months.
The ladies ran to Emily's bedroom to dress, and the lover, taking up his hat, walked out of the room. He had scarcely got outside the door when he heard Wardle's voice talking loudly; and, looking over the banisters, beheld him, followed by some other gentlemen, coming straight upstairs. Knowing nothing of the house, Mr. These were Mr. Wardle and Mr. Pickwick, Mr. Nathaniel Winkle and Mr.
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