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" When I tell you," Mr Latter pursued, flourishing his auger and rapping it on the flat of his palm, "that one o' these soldiers a Corporal too, and named Sandercock was talkin' in my bar not two hours ago, an' says he, 'You've a man called Nanjivell lives here by the bridge. 'Ay, says I. 'Bit of an eccentric? says he. 'How? says I. 'The way he drops his gold about, says the Corporal.
You're annoyed that's what you are because you got Mr because you got Nanjivell watched for a German spy, and now I've proved you're wrong and you can't wriggle out of that!" "Your godfather and godmothers did very well for you at your baptism, Charity Oliver. Prophets they must have been. . . . But just you take a chair and compose yourself and listen to me.
"You're very kind, Mr Latter," Nicky-Nan answered somewhat stiffly. "I was just then thinkin' I'd come in and order one for the good o' the house." To himself he added: "One o' these days I'll teach that man to speak to me as 'Mr Nanjivell' though it come to remindin' him that his wife's mother was my father's wet-nurse, and glad of the job."
"How can you tell a Spy?" persisted 'Biades after another pause, ignoring reproof. "Does he go about with a gamey leg, like Mr Nanjivell? Or what?" "Don't you set up to laugh at gamey legs or any such infirmity," his mother warned him, "when there's an All-seein' Eye about; an', for all we know, around the corner at this moment gettin' ready to strike you comical."
You don't catch me, though." "Why, Mr Nanjivell, you won't set yourself up to fly in the teeth of the law!" "Just you wait. . . . And Pamphlett doesn' know all the law that's in the land, neither, if he reckons to turn me out 'pon a Bank Holiday." Mrs Penhaligon stared. "Well, I s'wow!
Well, well!" There was nothing in this upon which Mr Pamphlett could retort. So, after wagging his forefinger again at the group of men, he turned and left them. On his way back he came face to face with Nicky-Nan, still solitary and seated on his bollard; and pulled up before him. "Oh, by the way, Nanjivell!
"You have noticed it, doubtless? . .. Yes, yes about Nanjivell . . . it is so good of you to feel concerned. I will talk it over with the Vicar." "God forbid!" Mrs Polsue ejaculated. "One uses up fly-papers almost faster than Mrs Pengelly can supply them," continued the Minister. "And, moreover, she will sell me but two or three at a time, alleging that she requires all her stock for her own shop.
"An' why should Mr Nanjivell be followin' you, of all people? An' where's my blessed latest, that has been a handful ever since you two left me, well knowin' the straits I'm put to?" "If I'm introodin', ma'am " said the voice of Nicky-Nan. "Oh, no . . . not at all, Mr Nanjivell! so long as you realise how I'm situated. . . . An' whoever left that oven door open, I'll swear I didn't."
"In fact, I b'lieve you're under some mistake about Mrs Penhaligon, who is reckoned as vartuous a woman as any in the parish; while 'tis known that no doctor'd pass Nanjivell for service. But if you ask me, I've a great idea the man has come into a legacy, or else struck a store of gold " The landlord checked his tongue abruptly. Some phrase about a 'taty-patch floated across his memory.
"Damned if I do," answered Nicky-Nan curtly. "But I'd like to know who wrote it." "It don't stand with Government reggilations, as I read 'em," said Lippity-Libby, "for a postman to be tellin' who wrote every 'nonymous letter he carries. . . . Well, I be wastin' time; but if you'll take my advice, Mr Nanjivell, and it isn' too late, you'll marry a woman.
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