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We may be fortified in this view by finding that on the return of the party, all dead drunk, at one in the morning, on Trundle was specially cast the degrading menial duty of carrying Wardle to bed his future father-in- law. Did Boz dislike this man all this while, or did he feel that he could do nothing with him in the story?
'Far enough off, by this time, replied Wardle, coolly reloading his gun. 'We shall very likely be up with another covey in five minutes, said the long gamekeeper. 'If the gentleman begins to fire now, perhaps he'll just get the shot out of the barrel by the time they rise. 'Ha! ha! ha! roared Mr. Weller. 'Sam, said Mr. Pickwick, compassionating his follower's confusion and embarrassment.
Tell me, darling, were my little boy and girl real, who came up into my room and played and gave me tea out of small cups? I called them Dave and Dolly. Dolly was very small. Oh, Dolly!" Dolly's size, and her tenderness on one's knee, were, so to speak, audible in the voice that became tender to apostrophise her. "Dave and Dolly Wardle? Of course they are real! As real as you or me!
Pickwick's hand once more, and, having done the same by Perker, threw himself into an arm-chair, his jolly red face shining again with smiles and health. 'Well! said Wardle. 'Here are pretty goings on a pinch of your snuff, Perker, my boy never were such times, eh? 'What do you mean? inquired Mr. Pickwick. 'Mean! replied Wardle.
It was almost implied that a less complete recovery would have resulted in a journey to a single niece, at Clapham; or possibly, only at Battersea. Widow Thrale was interested in the accident, but she wanted to get back to Dave Wardle. "Then no one could live in the house, ma'am," she said, "after it had fallen down?" "Not in my rooms upstairs, nor his Aunt M'riar's underneath.
Wardle, with a highly-inflamed countenance, was grasping the hand of a strange gentleman muttering protestations of eternal friendship; Mr. Winkle, supporting himself by the eight-day clock, was feebly invoking destruction upon the head of any member of the family who should suggest the propriety of his retiring for the night; and Mr.
He looked so dreadfully downcast at this, that Miss Grahame was driven to the conclusion that the subject was dangerous. She could not, however, resist saying: "He must know some time, you know, Mr. Wardle. Surely you would never have Dave grow up uneducated?" "Not so sure about that, ma'am!" said Uncle Mo, shaking a dubious head.
A Lewis Gun Section, under C.S.M. Wardle, disposed of the only party of the enemy who were encountered, but the post near the Blockhouse could not be found. Finally at 9-0 p.m. the Sherwood Foresters fell back to Fourmi trench near the main road, and 2nd Lieut. Dennis, now commanding "A" Company, ordered his platoons to return to their former positions. We had accomplished nothing.
How many young folk tell you their christened names right off?" But she had got on weak ground. She got off it again discreetly. "Anyhow, Mrs. Treadwell she's inventing nothing, having no call to." She turned to Aunt Elizabeth Jane with the question: "How come she to happen to mention the name, ma'am?" "Just as you or I might, Miss Julia. Mrs. Wardle she said, 'I was remarking of it to Mrs.
Picture were thereafter accepted as the working designations of the old twins was entirely owing to Dave Wardle. "Mrs. Picture lives upstairs, it seems," said Gwen, referring to the letter. "I wonder you saw nothing of her, Cousin Chloe." "Why should I, dear? I never went upstairs.
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