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Suppose I had not walked down Fleet Street; suppose I had not stopped to look at the little cork balls in Lipscombe's window, so mournfully emblematic of my own condition; suppose that the unsuspected good-hearted friend had not come by and clapped me on the shoulder, what would have happened? Quien sabe? These are the narrow chances of life which give one pause sometimes.
Luggers ahoy! Look out!" Lieutenant Lipscombe's eye had grown rapidly better, and his temper rapidly worse.
Only a day or two ago I found myself arrested on my eastward way along the Strand by the hand of a friend upon my shoulder. We chatted for a minute or two, and I found that I was in front of Lipscombe's window. A ball of cork, which has had a restless time of it for many years, was dodging up and down the limits of a glass shade, tossed by a jet of water.
But do not give them orders till late, and let them come up, one by one, so as not to attract attention. Lipscombe's men are to assemble at the same hour, and march to meet us. This time, I think, there is no mistake. The cargo is to be landed where I told you. It will be high tide at twelve o'clock, and they are sure to choose that hour, so that the cutter can run close in.
Well, then, give me the money, and I'll write it down." "And did you give it?" interrupted I. "Stop a moment, sir, and you shall hear. I wrote down the address of that large school at Kensington, which we pass when we go to Mr Aubrey White's." "What that tremendous large board with yellow letters Mrs Let what is it?" "Mrs Lipscombe's seminary I always read the board every time I go up and down.
The story of that event shall be told hereafter. What I want to say now is that the sight of that permanent show in Lipscombe's window made me younger for a minute by a score of years, and opened my mind to such a rush of recollections that I determined then and there to put my memories on paper.
"Sound and well!" replied Sir Austin. "And yours?" "Oh, Lipscombe's always the same!" Lord Heddon sighed peevishly. "He's quiet that's one good thing; but there's no getting the country to take him, so I must give up hopes of that." Lord Lipscombe entering the room just then, Sir Austin surveyed him, and was not astonished at the refusal of the country to take him.
I gave him the address, Miss Johnson, at Mrs Lipscombe's seminary, Kensington. Well and here's the ten-pound note, sir, which I have fairly earned." "Fairly earned, Tim?" "Yes, fairly earned; for it's all fair to cheat those who would cheat you." "I cannot altogether agree with you on that point, Tim, but it certainly is no more than they deserve; but this is matter for reflection.
Well, then, give me the money, and I'll write it down." "And did you give it?" interrupted I. "Stop a moment, sir, and you shall hear. I wrote down the address of that large school at Kensington, which we pass when we go to Mr Aubrey White's." "What, that tremendous large board with yellow letters Mrs Let what is it?" "Mrs Lipscombe's seminary I always read the board every time I go up and down.
"Sound and well!" replied Sir Austin. "And yours?" "Oh, Lipscombe's always the same!" Lord Heddon sighed peevishly. "He's quiet that's one good thing; but there's no getting the country to take him, so I must give up hopes of that." Lord Lipscombe entering the room just then, Sir Austin surveyed him, and was not astonished at the refusal of the country to take him.
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