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There was a short silence at this point, and Mrs Boffin softly rose as if to go to her. But, Mr Boffin stopped her with a gesture, and she obediently sat down again and stayed where she was. 'There's your pay, Mister Rokesmith, said the Golden Dustman, jerking the folded scrap of paper he had in his hand, towards his late Secretary.
There was a chap at Croydon very well known as the "Spicy Dustman," who, when he could get no horse to ride to the hounds, turned regularly out on his donkey; and on this occasion made one of us. He generally managed to keep up with the dogs by trotting quietly through the cross-roads, and knowing the country well.
That figure of the dustman has hardly been flung from heaven: that "ultimate purport" is a subject which the Immortal would hardly handle. Well, well; let us allow that the book is not worthy of such a polite critic that the beer is not strong enough for a gentleman who has taste and experience in beer.
He accepted no information or explanation at second hand, but made himself the master of everything confided to him. One part of the Secretary's conduct, underlying all the rest, might have been mistrusted by a man with a better knowledge of men than the Golden Dustman had.
Not to me he is always the same to me but to others about him. He grows suspicious, hard, and unjust. If ever a good man were ruined by good fortune, it is my benefactor." Bella parted from her father, and returned to the Boffins, to find fresh proofs of the deterioration of the Golden Dustman. "Now, Rokesmith," Mr. Boffin was saying, "it's time to settle about your wages.
'Noddy, said Mrs Boffin, after thoughtfully pausing in her work. 'My dear, returned the Golden Dustman, stopping short in his trot. 'Excuse my putting it to you, Noddy, but now really! Haven't you been a little strict with Mr Rokesmith to-night? Haven't you been a little just a little little not quite like your old self?
He seats the creature at table, where he pronounces a grace that sounds like the scream of the man in the square that used to cry mackerel, flings his meat down his throat by shovelfuls, like a dustman loading his cart, and apparently without the most distant perception of what he is swallowing, then bleats forth another unnatural set of tones by way of returning thanks, stalks out of the room, and immerses himself among a parcel of huge worm-eaten folios that are as uncouth as himself!
"How many hours do you suppose it costs me to earn five shillings, you infamous boy? Don't cry like that, or I'll throw a doll at you. Pay five shillings fine for you, indeed! Fine in more ways than one, I think! I'd give the dustman five shillings to carry you off in the dust-cart." The figure in the corner continuing to whine and whimper, Miss Wren covered her face with her hand.
You are going to try matrimony. I mean to try travelling. 'Indeed, Mr Wegg? 'Change of air, sea-scenery, and my natural rest, I hope may bring me round after the persecutions I have undergone from the dustman with his head tied up, which I just now mentioned. The tough job being ended and the Mounds laid low, the hour is come for Boffin to stump up.
Hadn't we heard of the great Prize-fight?" We had not. "Not the great fight coming off between Jem Clark and the Dustman?" We were unfamiliar even with the heroes' names. She found this hard very hard to believe. Why, Portsmouth was full of it, word having come down from London the date was to-morrow, and that Fareham, or one of the villages near Fareham, the field of battle.
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