Identifier: ourmutualfriend01dick (find matches)
Title: Our mutual friend
Year: 1864 (1860s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870
Subjects: Inheritance and succession Social classes Poor families Deception
Publisher: New York : J. Bradburn, 1864-65
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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ll at the man, and the man lookedfull at him. No, said Mr. Boffin, after a glance at thepavement, as if it were made of faces, and he were tryingto match the mans, I donH know you. I am nobody, said the stranger, and not likely tobe known ; but Mr. Boffins wealth— Oh! thats got about already, has it? mutteredMr. Boffin. —And his romantic manner of acquiring it make himconspicuous. You were pointed out to me the otherday. Well, said Mr. Boffin, I should say I was a dis-appointment to you when I was pointed out, if yourpoliteness would allow you to confess it, for I am wellaware I am not much to look at. What might you wantwith me ? Not in the law, are you ? No, Sir. No information to give, for a reward ? M No, Sir. There may have been a. momentary mantling in theface of the man as he made the last answer, but it passeddirectly. If I dont mistake, you have followed me from mylawyers, and tried to fix my attention. Say out ! Haveyou ? Or havent you ? demanded Mr. Boffin, ratherangry.
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-cr ( ■U*lsf~^ OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. 145 Yes. Why have you? 11 If you-allow nie to walk beside you, Mr. Boffin, I willtcii you. Would you object to tarn aside into this place—I think it is called Cliffords Inn—where we can hearone another better than in the roaring street ? n ( Now, thought Mr. Boffin, if he proposes a gameat skittles, or meets a country gentleman just come intoproperty, or produces any article of jewelry he has found,Ill knock him down ! With this discreet reflection,and carrying his stick in his arms much as Punch carrieshis, Mr. Boffin turned into Cliffords Inn aforesaid.) Mr. Boffin, I happened to be in Chancery Lane thismorning, when I saw you going along before me. I tookthe liberty of following you, trying to make up my mindto speak to you, till you went into your lawyers. Then Iwaited outside till you came out. (Dont quite sound like skittles, nor yet country gen-tleman, nor yet jewelry, thought Mr. Boffin, but theresno knowing.) lam afraid my object is a b

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