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"I've come to see you on a little matter of business," said his visitor. Mr. Wilks smiled; then, feeling that perhaps that was not quite the right thing to do, looked serious again. "I came to see you about my my son," continued the captain. "Yes, sir," said Mr. Wilks. "Master Jack, you mean?" "I've only got one son," said the other, unpleasantly, "unless you happen to know of any more." Mr.
We see persons not ashamed to laugh loudly at the humour of a Falstaff, or the tricks of a harlequin; and why should not the tear be equally allowed to flow for the misfortunes of a Juliet, or the forlornness of an Ophelia?" Sir Richard Steele records on this subject a saying of Mr. Wilks the actor, as just as it was polite.
"Indeed it is not," said Ratty; "I never saw his name on a canister. Pigou, Andrew, and Wilks, or Mister Dartford Mills, are the men for gunpowder. You know nothing about it, gran." "Ratty, you are disrespectful, and will not listen to instruction. I knew Kirwan the great Kirwan, the chemist, who always wore his hat " "Then he knew chemistry better than manners." "Ratty, you are very troublesome.
Wilks sat for a little while over the fire, and then, rising, hobbled slowly upstairs to bed and forgot his troubles in sleep. He slept until the afternoon, and then, raising himself in bed, listened to the sounds of stealthy sweeping in the room below. Chairs were being moved about, and the tinkle of ornaments on the mantelpiece announced that dusting operations were in progress.
For the mistress he promised to gather bog-bean when the time came, and she was in her very element; and there sat Dan McBride with Gude kens what evil in his head, his eyes smiling at the old dame and listening how she cured a young lass of a stomach complaint with the wee round caps of the wilks "for mind you," says she, "each wee round cap will lift its ain weight o' poison frae the stomach."
"Eighteen years I've bin with the cap'n," he remarked, softly; "through calms and storms, fair weather and foul, Samson Wilks 'as been by 'is side, always ready in a quiet and 'umble way to do 'is best for 'im, and now now that 'e is on his beam-ends and lost 'is ship, Samson Wilks'll sit down and starve ashore till he gets another."
"I wasn't going to hurt her," cried Master Hardy, anxiously; "as if I should hurt a girl! "Wot are you doing in our front garden, then?" demanded Mr. Wilks. He sprang forward suddenly and, catching the boy by the collar with one huge hand, dragged him, struggling violently, down the side-entrance into the back garden. Miss Nugent, following close behind, sought to improve the occasion.
His curiosity drew him to the playhouse on the nights when Wilks acted these characters, in which himself had appeared with uncommon lustre. All the world admired Wilks except his brother manager: amidst the repeated bursts of applause which he extorted, Booth alone continued silent. But all these petty heartburnings and jealousies were buried in the grave of Wilks.
He passed Captain Nugent next day, and for a week afterwards he had only to close his eyes to see in all its appalling virulence the glare with which that gentleman had acknowledged his attempt at recognition. He fared no better in Fullalove Alley, a visit to Mr. Wilks eliciting the fact that that delectable thoroughfare had been put out of bounds for Miss Nugent. Moreover, Mr.
An unexpected windfall from an almost forgotten uncle and his own investments had placed him in a position of modest comfort, and just before Miss Nugent reached her twentieth birthday he resolved to spend his declining days ashore and give her those advantages of parental attention from which she had been so long debarred. Mr. Wilks, to the inconsolable grief of his ship-mates, left with him.
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