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With those words she stalked out. In a few moments she stalked in again, proclaiming in her heraldic manner, 'Mr Rokesmith is the bearer of a packet for Miss Bella Wilfer. Mr Rokesmith followed close upon his name, and of course saw what was amiss. But he discreetly affected to see nothing, and addressed Miss Bella. 'Mr Boffin intended to have placed this in the carriage for you this morning.
Cut some bread and butter, John; that's a love. Ma likes it doubled. And now you must tell me, dearest Ma and Lavvy, upon your words and honours! Didn't you for a moment just a moment think I was a dreadful little wretch when I wrote to say I had run away? Before Mrs Wilfer could wave her gloves, the Mendicant's bride in her merriest affectionate manner went on again.
"Who is Johann?" said Leroy, with an encouraging smile. "I don't know," she answered listlessly. "He's Johann Wilfer, that's all." "Why have you run away, then?" "Johann came home drunk and beat me so I ran out." She pushed back her ragged shawl and held up her arm, on which bruises showed up cruelly distinct. Leroy uttered an exclamation of anger. "You poor child!" he said almost tenderly.
'I have been telling Miss Wilfer, said John Rokesmith, as the majestic lady came stalking up, 'that I have become, by a curious chance, Mr Boffin's Secretary or man of business.
I replied it was not the stature, but the intellect was too lofty. At our house, I said, the tone was too brilliant, the pressure was too high, to be maintained by me, a mere woman, in every-day domestic life. Within a month, said Mrs Wilfer, deepening her voice, as if she were relating a terrible ghost story, 'within a-month, I first saw R. W. my husband. Within a year, I married him.
'Show your father his daughter Bella's letter, Lavinia, said Mrs Wilfer, in her monotonous Act of Parliament tone, and waving her hand. 'I think your father will admit it to be documentary proof of what I tell him. I believe your father is acquainted with his daughter Bella's writing. But I do not know. He may tell you he is not. Nothing will surprise me.
Rosamond was the Boofer Lady; Barbara was Lavvy the Irrepressible; and Miss Pennington herself was Mrs. Wilfer; Mr. and Mrs.
He handed over the money about three pounds. "Mind! don't go selling any more forged pictures, like the one the bond of which I hold, or you'll get caught. They make the sentences for fraud pretty heavy nowadays." Mr. Wilfer shivered. Up to now, he himself had never been imprisoned; but other members of the gang had served various sentences, and their reminiscences were not comforting.
Do you know this man, Leroy?" he asked hotly. "Yes, I do," answered his friend in the low, restraining tones so habitual to him. "Yes, I should just think you do!" exclaimed the man, struggling to push past Mortimer's outstretched arm. It isn't likely as you'll forget Johann Wilfer, Adrien Leroy, nor me you either."
'Did I, Mr Rokesmith? asked Bella with her face still covered. 'O say, Mr Rokesmith! Did I? 'Don't be distressed, Miss Wilfer; it matters very little now. 'Ah! You can't deny it, though! said Mr Boffin, with a knowing shake of his head. 'But I have asked him to forgive me since, cried Bella; 'and I would ask him to forgive me now again, upon my knees, if it would spare him!
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