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The dinner being over, Mortimer Lightwood and his friend Eugene Wrayburn interviewed the boy who had brought the note, and then set out in a cab to the riverside quarter of Wapping. The cab dismissed, a little winding through some muddy alleys brings then to the bright lamp of a police-station, where they find the night-inspector.
He'd have taken it for a sign of weakness if I had given way." "What will he do?" asked young McGrath. "I don't know. We'll have to keep our eyes open every minute of the day an' night. Are you with me, boys?" Tim threw his hat into the air and let out a yell. "Surest thing you know." "Damfidon't sit in an' take a hand," said Wrayburn. One after another agreed to back the boss.
'Sir, not at all like. 'Come, old 'un, said Fledgeby, meeting his eyes with a wink, 'say the name. 'Wrayburn. 'By Jupiter! cried Fledgeby. 'That one, is it? I thought it might be the other, but I never dreamt of that one! I shouldn't object to your baulking either of the pair, dodger, for they are both conceited enough; but that one is as cool a customer as ever I met with.
'I suppose you, said Eugene, 'judging from what I see as I look at you, to be rather too passionate for a good schoolmaster. As he spoke, he tossed away the end of his cigar. 'Passionate with you, sir, I admit I am. Passionate with you, sir, I respect myself for being. But I have not Devils for my pupils. 'For your Teachers, I should rather say, replied Eugene. 'Mr Wrayburn. 'Schoolmaster.
What I say is that some day we'll all be brave enough to go without our hog-legs. I'll be glad when that day comes." "An' when you two went up Escondido Cañon after the Mescaleros that had captured Miss Roubideau? I heard Dad Wrayburn tellin' all about it at supper here one night. Well, what if you hadn't had any guns?" persisted Bud.
'And I am glad to speak, pursued the boy, 'in presence of Mr Lightwood, because it was through Mr Lightwood that you ever saw my sister. For a mere moment, Wrayburn turned his eyes aside from the schoolmaster to note the effect of the last word on Mortimer, who, standing on the opposite side of the fire, as soon as the word was spoken, turned his face towards the fire and looked down into it.
'I assure you, Schoolmaster, replied Eugene, 'I don't think about you. 'That's not true, returned the other; 'you know better. 'That's coarse, Eugene retorted; 'but you DON'T know better. 'Mr Wrayburn, at least I know very well that it would be idle to set myself against you in insolent words or overbearing manners.
'Do you throw my obscurity in my teeth, Mr Wrayburn? 'That can hardly be, for I know nothing concerning it, Schoolmaster, and seek to know nothing. 'You reproach me with my origin, said Bradley Headstone; 'you cast insinuations at my bringing-up.
"But I have a mother whom I ought to assist." "And you cannot?" "I have not been able to yet. It takes all I can earn to pay my own expenses." "Does your mother live in the city?" "No, sir; in the town of Wrayburn, fifty or sixty miles from here." "Wrayburn?" repeated the gentleman, in surprise. "Yes, sir; it is a small village. I dare say you never heard of it." "But I have heard of it.
Again, how well, as a matter of social colour, the distinctions between the type and tone of the guests are made even in the matter of this unguestlike insolence. How well Dickens distinguishes the ill-bred indifference of Podsnap from the well-bred indifference of Mortimer Lightwood and Eugene Wrayburn.
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