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Stoop, I think I can find some work for you behind the scenes to-night. Can you turn a crank?" "I've done it to grindstones, sir." "It's the same principle," said Tiffles, laughing. "I'll engage you." The idiot took off his greasy cap, and swung it in the air with joy. A smile irradiated his great, coarse face, and his small eyes twinkled.
This conveyed the idea of two boa constrictors fighting. Other heads and other tails there was always a tail for every head stuck up at regular intervals about. He stopped the panorama with a cough, and said: "The entire population of this particular jungle are boa constrictors of unprecedented size and ferocity." Tiffles heard a rustle of fans and dresses not far off.
Tiffles always put out this standing announcement whenever he had occasion to absent himself from his office for an indefinite period. At the top of the door there was a swinging window, which was ever close fastened, and covered with four thicknesses of newspapers.
Persimmon thought how culpably ignorant some people were of the great political movements of the day, but did not say so. Descending from politics to the subject in hand, he replied: "Oh! fifteen dollars, of course. You will find it stated in my last letter to you." Boolpin, who returned that signal of mutual understanding. Tiffles handed the letter to the postmaster, pointing out the figure 5.
Tiffles, observing that matters were coming to a crisis, paused. Miss Wilkeson interpreted his silence as another attack of timidity. Time was valuable to her, and this kind of conversation might be kept up all night, and amount to nothing. She resolved upon her final coup. "Oh! oh! Mr. Tiffles, what what is the matter?" She looked wildly about her. "The matter!
Tiffles, was compelled to take personal cognizance of him, which she did with the nearest approach to a blush that she was ever known to make. "I beg, sir, that you will not trouble yourself. I I do not think the scissors are here, after all." "That can be ascertained only by searching, miss," replied Tiffles.
"Your most obedient," said Tiffles, a little stiffly, for the fifteen dollars annoyed him. It was a small sum to borrow, but a large one to pay. "Have you such a thing as a morning newspaper about you?" asked the postmaster. "Our bundle missed the train. As you may naturally imagine, sir, I am anxious to see how the grand mass meeting went off last night in your city. Perhaps you wos there?"
As Tiffles was applying this species of exorcism in vain, Marcus came to his assistance. "What on earth can it be?" exclaimed Tiffles. "Not a new kind of steam engine; or an electrical apparatus; or a clock; or a sewing machine; or anything for spinning, carding, or weaving nothing that is adapted to any useful labor.
I do believe you wouldn't speak, or shake hands with me, if I didn't always set the example." This in a half-complaining, half-laughing way. It suddenly flashed upon Tiffles that he had been, for some time, rather neglectful of the lady.
"Then I shall take a real pleasure in showing you more of the panorama which is already completed and rolled up. With this idea of severe simplicity in your mind, you will be prepared to appreciate the work," "I believe I have already remarked, that Mr. Wilkeson is a capitalist, and comes here expressly to look at the panorama," said Tiffles; with a wink at the artist.
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