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'Does? It ive it her My

husband, Jeremiah Flintwinch, can conquer even your mother What can he

be but a clever one to do that!'

His shuffling footstep co towards theh a tall, hard-favoured, sinewy old woht have enlisted in the Foot Guards without much

fear of discovery, she collapsed before the little keen-eyed crab-like

old ? Can't you find

Master Arthur so or another to pick at?'

Master Arthur repeated his recent refusal to pick at anything

'Very well, then,' said the old man; 'make his bed Stir yourself' His

neck was so twisted that the knotted ends of his white cravat usually

dangled under one ear; his natural acerbity and energy, always

contending with a second nature of habitual repression, gave his

features a swollen and suffused look; and altogether, he had a weird

appearance of having hanged hione about ever since, halter and all, exactly as some tiether to-morrow, Arthur; you and your

iven up the business on your

father's death--which she suspects, though we have left it to you to

tell her--won't go off s in life for the business, and the tiive up that' 'Good!' cried Jereood! only don't