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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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looks as if the old mans spirit had found rest at last; dontit ? said Mrs. Boffin. Yes, old lady. And as if his money had turned bright again, after a long, longrust in the dark, and was at last beginning to sparkle in the sun-light? Yes, old lady. And it makes a pretty and a promising picter; dont it ? Yes, old lady. But, aware at the instant of a fine opening for a point, Mr.Boffin quenched that observation in this — delivered in the grisliestgrowling of the regular brown bear. A pretty and a hopefulpicter ? Mew, Quack quack. Bow-wow! And then trottedsilently down-stairs, with his shoulders in a state of the liveliestcommotion. CHAPTER XIV. CHECKMATE TO THE FRIENDLY MOVE, Mr. and Mrs. John Harmon had so timed their taking pos-session of their rightful name and their London house, that theevent befell on the very day when the last waggon-load of the lastMound was driven out at the gates of Boffins Bower. As it joltedaway, Mr. Wcgg felt that the last load was correspondingly removed
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MK. BOFFIN DOES THE HONOURS OF THE NURSERY DOOR. 748 OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. from his mind, and hailed the auspicious season when that blacksheep, Boffin, was to be closely sheared. Over the whole slow process of levelling the Mounds, Silas hadkept watch with rapacious eyes. But, eyes no less rapacious hadwatched the growth of the Mounds in years bygone, and had vigi-lantly sifted the dust of which they were composed. No valuablesturned up. How should there be any, seeing that the old hardjailer of Harmony Jail had coined every waif and stray into money,long before ? Though disappointed by this bare result, Mr. Wegg felt toosensibly relieved by the close of the labour, to grumble to anygreat extent. A foreman-representative of the dust contractors,purchasers of the Mounds, had worn Mr. Wegg down to skin andbone. This supervisor of the proceedings asserting his employersrights to cart off by daylight, nightlight, torchlight, when theywould, must have been the death of Silas if the work had

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