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Title: Master Humphrey's clock
Year: 1840 (1840s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Cattermole, George, 1800-1868, ill Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882, ill
Subjects: Gordon Riots, 1780
Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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noteay to you that we suggest this course in mercy (for, to tell you the truth.We do not entertain any regard for you), but it is a necessity to which we arereduced, and I recommend it to you as a matter of the very best policy.Time, said Mr. Witherden, pulling out his watch, in a business like this, isexceedingly precious. Favour us with your decision as speedily as possible,maam. With a smile upon her face, and looking at each of the three by turns.Miss Brass took two or three more pinches of snuff, and having by this timeVery little left, travelled round and round the box with her fore-finger andthumb, scraping up another. Having disposed of this likewise and put thobox carefully in her pocket, she said,— • I am to accept or reject at once, am I V Yes, said Mr. Witherden. The charming creature was opening her lips to speak in reply, when tho■door was hastily opened too, and the head of Sampson Brass was thrust intothe room. Excuse me, said that gentleman hastily. Wait a bit.
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So saying, and quite indifferent to the astonishment his presence occasioned,he crept in, shut the door, kissed his greasy glove as servilely as if it were thodust, and made a most abject bow. 176 MASTER HUMPHREYS CLOCK. Sarah. said Brass, hold your tongue if you please, and let me speak.Gentlemen, if I could express the pleasure it gives me to see three such menin a happy unity of feeling and concord of sentiment, I think you would hardlybelieve me. But though I am unfortimate—nay, gentlemen, criminal, if we areto use harsh expressions in a company like this—still I have my feelings likeother men. I have heard of a poet, who remarked that feelings were thecommon lot of all. If he could have been a pig, gentlemen, and have utteredthat sentiment, he would still have been immortal.* * If you!re not an idiot, said Miss Brass harshly, hold your peace. Sarah, my dear, returned her brother, thank you. But I know v/hat Iam about, my love, and will take the liberty of expressing myself ac

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