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With one hand across his breast and the other on the easy chair, Riah, without justifying himself, waited for further questioning. But, that it was hopeless to question him on that one reserved point, Fledgeby, with his small eyes too near together, saw full well. 'Lizzie, said Fledgeby, looking at the fire again, and then looking up. 'Humph, Lizzie.
Riah obeyed, and then taking a bag from his breast, and referring to the sum in the accounts for which they made him responsible, told it out upon the table. Fledgeby told it again with great care, and rang every sovereign. 'I suppose, he said, taking one up to eye it closely, 'you haven't been lightening any of these; but it's a trade of your people's, you know.
This advantage she improved by hobbling up the steps with such despatch that before Mr Fledgeby could take measures for her finding nobody at home, she was face to face with him in the counting-house. 'Hope I see you well, sir, said Miss Wren. 'Mr Riah in? Fledgeby had dropped into a chair, in the attitude of one waiting wearily.
But I do think that if you would do a favour for anybody, you would for me, and I won't fail for want of trying, and I've passed my promise to Mr Twemlow besides. Now, Mr Riah, here is Mr Twemlow. Always good for his interest, always coming up to time, always paying his little way. Now, why should you press Mr Twemlow? You can't have any spite against Mr Twemlow! Why not be easy with Mr Twemlow?
Satisfied that her dwelling was safe, she drew one hand through the old man's arm and prepared to ply her crutch-stick with the other. But the key was an instrument of such gigantic proportions, that before they started Riah proposed to carry it. 'No, no, no! I'll carry it myself, returned Miss Wren. 'I'm awfully lopsided, you know, and stowed down in my pocket it'll trim the ship.
As she rose, Miss Wren likewise became conscious, and said, irreverently addressing the great chief of the premises: 'Whoever you are, I can't get up, because my back's bad and my legs are queer. 'This is my master, said Riah, stepping forward. 'This, sir, pursued the old man, 'is a little dressmaker for little people. Explain to the master, Jenny. 'Dolls; that's all, said Jenny, shortly.
But looking at the old man as he stood quiet with his head bowed and his eyes cast down, he felt that to relinquish an inch of his baldness, an inch of his grey hair, an inch of his coat-skirt, an inch of his hat-brim, an inch of his walking-staff, would be to relinquish hundreds of pounds. 'Look here, Riah, said Fledgeby, mollified by these self-approving considerations.
Ashby re-entered the silent house, went upstairs to Beverly's deserted room, dropped into a chair beside her bed and burying her head in the tumbled pillow wept like a girl. A moment later Mammy Riah entered the room, caught sight of the weeper, grabbed up an old muddy shoe of Beverly's and raining tears into it forthwith raised a genuine darkey wail of woe which very nearly turned Mrs.
Riah had some business to transact with its proprietress, Miss Abbey Potterson, to whom he presented himself, and was about to introduce his young companion when Miss Wren interrupted him: "Stop a bit," she said, "I'll give the lady my card." She produced it from her pocket with an air, and Miss Abbey took the diminutive document, and found it to run thus: Miss JENNY WREN. Dolls' Dressmaker..
'She would be so proud, returned Riah, dexterously, 'to stand well in your good opinion, that before she quitted London for 'For where, in the name of the Cape of Good Hope? asked Miss Potterson, as though supposing her to have emigrated. 'For the country, was the cautious answer, 'she made us promise to come and show you a paper, which she left in our hands for that special purpose.
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