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'I thought you had called and merely left your name and gone. How do you do, Mr. Edwin? Dear me, you're choking! 'It's this fog, returned Edwin; 'and it makes my eyes smart, like Cayenne pepper. 'Is it really so bad as that? Pray undo your wrappers. It's fortunate I have so good a fire; but Mr. Bazzard has taken care of me. 'No I haven't, said Mr. Bazzard at the door.
Bud, Rosa's mother, which is very dear to Grewgious in the presence of Bazzard, Grewgious's clerk, a gloomy writer of an amateur unacted tragedy. Edwin is to return the ring to Grewgious, if he and Rosa decide not to marry. The ring is in a case, and Edwin places it "in his breast." We must understand, in the breast-pocket of his coat: no other interpretation will pass muster.
He mightn't like it else. Bazzard! Bazzard reappeared. 'Dine presently with Mr. Drood and me. 'If I am ordered to dine, of course I will, sir, was the gloomy answer. 'Save the man! cried Mr. Grewgious. 'You're not ordered; you're invited. 'Thank you, sir, said Bazzard; 'in that case I don't care if I do. 'That's arranged. And perhaps you wouldn't mind, said Mr.
Some of the more obvious explanations of Datchery are quite reasonable, but they are distinctly tame. For instance, Datchery may be Bazzard; but it is not very exciting if he is; for we know nothing about Bazzard and care less. Again, he might be Grewgious; but there is something pointless about one grotesque character dressing up as another grotesque character actually less amusing than himself.
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