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Soon, when you have gone if you have any other engagements, please don't let me keep you I shall not go into the house and not listen to Mrs. Bodfish on the subject of young Willie Bodfish's premature intelligence." I got his true meaning. "I see. You mean that you will be thanking your stars that you aren't with Bodfish." "That is it, put crudely. But I go further.
"Sixty cents' worth of new pipes and tobacco," said David, in injured tones, "is a great loss, and a Bodfish never was worth anything at work without his tobacco. I used to pour speerits down to keep my speerits up, but of late years I have depended on tobacco, as the speerits one gets nowadays isn't the same kind we got when I was a boy and worked in old Hawkin Swamp."
Negget, affably. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, George," said his wife, angrily; "speaking to uncle when he's looking like that." Mr. Bodfish said nothing; it is doubtful whether he even heard these remarks; but he drew a huge notebook from his pocket, and after vainly trying to point his pencil by suction, took a knife from the table and hastily sharpened it.
"Says his name's Bodfish young lout! I took pity on him when I saw him in that crimp-shop. He had spent a pocketful of money, or had it stolen. I suppose he is the fellow that represented himself as you at the consulate," said Captain Rogers. "Paul Downes!" "Like enough. Of course, I didn't suppose Bodfish was his re'l name. But he was an American and a boy.
Bodfish hung about in the neighbourhood of the widow's cottage, but in vain, and it would be hard to say whether he or Mr. Negget, who had been discreetly shadowing him, felt the disappointment most. On the day following, however, the ex-constable from a distant hedge saw a friend of the widow's enter the cottage, and a little later both ladies emerged and walked up the road.
I said that I named no names, and didn't wish to think bad of anybody, and that if I found the brooch back in the box when I went up stairs again, I should forgive whoever took it." "And what did Emma say?" inquired Mr. Bodfish. "Emma said a lot o' things," replied Mrs. Negget, angrily. "I'm sure by the lot she had to say you'd ha' thought she was the missis and me the servant.
Three times he took up his pencil, and laying it down again, sat and drummed on the table with his fingers. Then he arose, and with bent head walked slowly round and round the room until he stumbled over a stool. "Nobody came to the house this morning, I suppose?" he said at length, resuming his seat. "Only Mrs. Driver," said his niece. "What time did she come?" inquired Mr. Bodfish.
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