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I tell you we should look devilish romantic shovelling out the sod by the moon's pale ray. Here, put some gin in this." "I beg of you, Mr. Finsbury, do not trifle with my misery," cried Pitman. "You see before you a man who has been all his life I do not hesitate to say it eminently respectable. Even in this solemn hour I can lay my hand upon my heart without a blush.

What was yet more to the purpose, he had been all his life a consistent scoffer at the Finsbury tontine. It was therefore with little fear for the result that Morris presented himself before his cousin, and proceeded feverishly to set forth his scheme. For near upon a quarter of an hour the lawyer suffered him to dwell upon its manifest advantages uninterrupted.

Dusk had fallen; the shop windows glimmered forth into the streets of the old seaport; in private houses lights were kindled for the evening meal; and Mr. Finsbury began to think complacently of his night's lodging. He put his papers by, cleared his throat, and looked doubtfully at Mr. Chandler. "Will you be civil enough," said he, "to recommend me to an inn?" Mr. Chandler pondered for a moment.

She changed her residence from Finsbury to the borough of Southwark, and settled near her friend Susanna Corder, with whom she united in the formation of a philanthropic association, "The Southwark Female Society for the relief of sickness and extreme want."

By-and-by I've a word in his ear, by your LAVE and his. Burs. Why, what the devil stops the way, there? Push on on with them. 6th Boy. I'm marshal. Burs. On with you on with you who cares what you are? Wheel. You'll pay Finsbury for me, you rich Jew? Lord J. I do not usually forget my promises, sir; and therefore need not to be reminded of them. Wheel.

Like death, it was necessary to keep close, tell the honor-saving committee to maintain their usual spirits, and call again, when in respect to their ancient character, they would get a listening for their grievances. With this valuable solace, condescendingly bestowed by the ancient gentlemen aforesaid did the committee go away happy, promise to be very good, and keep Finsbury before the world.

"Gracious, Brooklyn on Sunday morning doesn't seem very perilous to me. If you must know, he and Mrs. Mifflin have gone over to spend the day with father. I was to have gone, too, but I wouldn't. What business is it of yours? You're as bad as Morris Finsbury in The Wrong Box. That's what I was reading when I heard the dog barking." Aubrey began to grow nettled.

I was ten years younger then than now, and only seven years from slavery. I cannot give the reader a better idea of the nature of my discourses, than by republishing one of them, delivered in Finsbury chapel, London, to an audience of about two thousand persons, and which was published in the London Universe, at the time.

Take me to it? 'O, you want it, do you? And the other man, Dickson does he want it? enquired Gideon. 'Who do you mean by Dickson? O, Michael Finsbury! Why, of course he does! He lost it too. If he had it, he'd have won the tontine tomorrow. 'Michael Finsbury! Not the solicitor? cried Gideon. 'Yes, the solicitor, said Morris. 'But where is the body? 'Then that is why he sent the brief!

A bargain was promptly struck, the month's rent was paid upon the nail, and about an hour later Finsbury brothers might have been observed returning to the blighted cottage, having along with them the key, which was the symbol of their tenancy, a spirit-lamp, with which they fondly told themselves they would be able to cook, a pork pie of suitable dimensions, and a quart of the worst whisky in Hampshire.

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