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Title: Our mutual friend
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Dickens, Charles, 1837-1896, ed
Subjects: Inheritance and succession Social classes Poor families Deception
Publisher: New York, London, Macmillan
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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rn! said the visitor, thickly and huskily. — Tis Mist Wrayburn, aint 1 With a stupid stare. Of course it is. Look at me. What do you want 1 Mr. Dolls collapsed in his chair, and faintly said Threepenn-orth Rum. Will you do me the favour, my dear Mortimer, to wind up Mr.Dolls again 1 said Eugene. I am occupied with the fumigation. A similar quantity was poured into his glass, and he got it to hislips by similar circuitous ways. Having drunk it, Mr. Dolls, withan evident fear of running down again unless he made haste, pro-ceeded to business. Mist Wrayburn. Tried to nudge you, but you wouldnt.You want that drection. You want tknow where she lives. Doyou. Mist Wrayburn 1 With a glance at his friend, Eugene replied to the question,sternly, I do. I am er man, said Mr. Dolls, trying to smite himself on thebreast, but bringing his hand to bear upon the vicinity of his eye, er do it. I am er man er do it. What are you the man to do ? demanded Eugene, still sternly. Er give up that drection.
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518 OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. Have you got it ? With a most laborious attempt at pride and dignity, Mr. Dollsrolled his head for some time, awakening the highest expectations,and then answered, as if it were the happiest point that could pos-sibly be expected of him : No. What do you mean then ? Mr. Dolls, collapsing in the drowsiest manner after his late intel-lectual triumph, replied : Threepennorth Rum. Wind him up again, my dear Mortimer, said Wrayburn; wind him up again. Eugene, Eugene, urged Lightwood in a low voice, as he com-plied, can you stoop to the use of such an instrument as this ? I said, was the reply, made with that former gleam of deter-mination, that I would find her out by any means, fair or foul.These are foul, and Ill take them — if I am not first tempted tobreak the head of Mr. Dolls with the fumigator. Can you get thedirection 1 Do you mean that ? Speak ! If thats what you havecome for, say how much you want. Ten shillings — Threepennorths Rum, said Mr. Dolls. You

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