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Why don't 'ee leg it off to the War? 'These be hard times, Nanjivell; so I'm forced to ask 'ee for your rent, or out you go. An' now along you come wi' the latest. 'Would you mind makin' yourself scarce, Mr Nanjivell, to oblige a lady as has lost confidence in her repitation? Now look 'ee here, ma'am what I said to that woman Polsue, just now, is no more than I'm able to abide by.
But as I picked it up and handed it to en, I says, says I, 'Mr Nanjivell, I says, 'at this rate I don't wonder your not joinin'-up wi' the Reserve. . . . What's more, naybours, I don't mind admittin' to you that after the man had paid an' left, I slipped to the door an' keeked out after him an' that story of his about it bein' his rent-money was all a flam.
Mr Pamphlett had breakfasted, and had gone upstairs to put on his frock-coat and array himself for Divine service. The servant girl announced Mr Nanjivell. "Sorry to trouble 'ee, sir, and upon such a day," said Nicky-Nan, drawing up his sound leg to "attention," as his enemy entered the parlour: "but my business won't wait.
Stop talkin' all of 'ee, an' fetch me what you've stole, between 'ee, an' leave me alone!" Mr Pamphlett shifted his ground. "You're right, Nanjivell. What's become of your money? that's the main point, eh?" "O' course 'tis the main point," growled Nicky. "Though I'm damned if I see how it consarns you." "Maybe I can enlighten you by-and-by.
Mr Nanjivell said as I couldn' learn too early to lay by against a rainy day, and I was to take it to Missis Pengelly's and if it took the form of trousers he didn' mind. Mother wanted me to put it in the savings bank, but he wouldn' hear of it. He said they weren't to be trusted any longer not savings banks. He said " "But where did he get it?" 'Biades blinked, and set his face hardily.
"Well, I rather think I do know the creature, as you put it-though I am not going to tell you," she added almost archly. Then, of a sudden, "Has Constable Rat-it-all been paying you any attention lately?" "Well . . . I'll be danged!" Miss Oliver laughed pleasantly. "The fact is, Mr Nanjivell, you want a woman's wit to warn you, as every man does in your position.
There's an unwritten law in most of these matters. . . . But after what I've told you, Charity Oliver, do you look me in the face and suggest that the Derby horse-race being run, as every one knows, early in the London season and somewhere towards the end of May, if my memory serves me can be made to account for a man like Nanjivell, that humanly speaking shouldn't know one end of a horse from another, starting to parade his wealth in the month of August?"
On inquiry I find the 3 lb. of sausages to esteemed order was paid for on Lady-day: which on cooler thoughts you will see in the light of a slip as might have happened to anybody. Which in fact it did in this case. P.S. Nanjivell ought to rhyme with civil. What a mistake when it rhymes with D ! Yours faithfully' and I signed my name. Then, on second thoughts, I tacked on another pos'script.
You comes upon me suddent, and what do you catch me doin'? You catches me," here his voice became impressive "you catches me lookin' up at the sky. And why am I lookin' up at the sky? It is to say to you, 'Nicholas Nanjivell, the wind is sot in the sou'-west?" "Not if you expect me to believe 'ee. 'Tisn' a point off north-an-by-west."
"To tell 'ee the truth, then, there's a particular reason why I don't want to leave Polpier not just for the present." Dr Mant stared at him. "You are going to tell me that reason?" But Nicky-Nan shook his head. "I'd rather not say," he confessed lamely. Still Dr Mant stared. "Look here, Nanjivell. You've a beast of a lump on your leg, and I can certify at once that it unfits you for service.
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