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That's calkilated to make a man think. . . . But I must say," said Lippity-Libby, eyeing the sky aloft, "the glass is goin' up stiddy, an' that's always a comfort." As the old man took his departure, Nicky-Nan broke the seal of his letter, opened it, and read To Nicholas Nanjivell, R.N.R., Polpier. Troy, August 3rd, 1914.
'I be offerin' what may turn out to be the chance o' your life, if you're a smart chap an' want promotion. 'What is it? said I. 'Well, I mention no names, said he, 'but you live in the same house with Nicholas Nanjivell. 'We're turnin' out this week, said I. 'All the more reason why you should look slippy an' get to work at once, says he.
Then, swiftly, wrath came to his aid, and snatching up his staff again he stumped out to the foot of the stairway. "Who's that, up there?" "Ha! . . . Is that you, Nanjivell," answered the voice of Mr Pamphlett. "A domiciliary visit, and no harm intended." The figure of Mr Pamphlett blocked the head of the landing. Nicky-Nan raised his stick and shook it in a fury.
But now I hope you'll admit I was right, and there's a mystery about Nanjivell. Whether 'tis mixed up with his immorality or separate I won't pretend to decide, or not at this stage." "But anyway you can't make out a guinea-piece to be German," maintained Miss Oliver with a last show of obstinacy. "I don't say 'yes' or 'no' to that just yet," Mrs Polsue replied.
While he stared, first at a hole in the ceiling, then at the "scree" which had broken through it and lay spread, fan-shaped, on the solid floor at his feet, he heard a footstep, and Mrs Penhaligon's voice in the passage without. "Mr Nanjivell! Is that Mr Nanjivell?" "Yes, ma'am!" "Oh, what has happened?" "Nothing, ma'am.
Yet the thing had happened: and here, punctually summoned, the men were climbing on board the brakes, laughing, rallying their friends left behind all going to slay Germans. The Custom-house Officer moved about from one brake to another, calling out names and distributing blue papers. "Nicholas Nanjivell!" There was a shout of laughter as Nicky-Nan put his best face upon it and limped forward.
An uncomfortable man that's my opinion of him, and I've never seen cause to change it. Now, for a padlock, here is one I can thoroughly recommend, with two keys, so that you can lose one and still have the other, which is often a convenience. Yu'll be lockin' up your 'taty-patch, Mr Nanjivell, against the Germans? Well, a very proper precaution."
To my mind the law would be more sensible if it learnt by experience and took some account of the odds." "There's a good deal to be said for that, no doubt," Miss Oliver agreed. "But the Squire or any other magistrate, for that matter will look on the law as it stands; and if you are going to lay information against Nicholas Nanjivell " "Who said I wanted to lay information?
Actual Service Form. From To The Registrar of Naval Reserve, Royal Navy Reserve Man, Port of Troy. NICHOLAS NANJIVELL, Polpier. You will be forthwith despatched to the Naval Depot and should bring with you any necessary articles.
Why, damme, by that time there's not a quarter in Europe where a rich chap deceased mayn't be croppin' up and leavin' you his money, for no better reason than that you're a Nanjivell. That always seemed to me one of the advantages of good birth.
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