Identifier: ourmutualfriend00dick (find matches)
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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house Church, some sixty and odd years before. Now, you mind, you Riderhood, said Miss Abbey Potterson,with emphatic forefinger over the half-door, the Fellowships dontwant you at all, and would rather by far have your room than yourcompany; but if you were as welcome here as you are not, youshouldnt even then have another drop of drink here this night,after this present pint of beer. So make the most of it. But you know, Miss Potterson, this was suggested verymeekly though, if I behave myself, you cant help serving me,miss. Cant I! said Abbey, with infinite expression. No, Miss Potterson ; because, you see, the law /am the law here, my man, returned Miss Abbey, and Illsoon convince you of that, if you doubt it at all. I never said I did doubt it at all. Miss Abbey. So much the better for you. Abbey the supreme threw the customers halfpence into the till,and, seating herself in her fireside chair, resumed the newspaper shehad been reading. She was a tall, upright, well-favoured woman.
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AT THE BAR. OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. 59 though severe of coimtenauce, and had more of the air of a school-mistress than mistress of the Six Jolly Fellowship-Porters. Theman on the other side of the half-door, was a water-side man witha squinting leer, and he eyed her as if he were one of her pupils indisgrace. Youre cruel hard upon me, Miss Potterson. Miss Potterson read her newspaper with contracted brows, andtook no notice until he whispered : Miss Potterson! Maam! Might I have half a word withyou? Deigning then to turn her eyes sideways towards the suppliant,.Miss Potterson beheld him knuckling his low forehead, and duck-ing at her with his head, as if he were asking leave to fling himselfhead foremost over the half-door and alight on his feet in the bar. Well 1 said Miss Potterson, with a manner as short as sheherself was long, say your half word. Bring it out. Miss Potterson ! Maam ! Would you sxcuse me taking theliberty of asking, is it my character that you take objections to 1 Certa

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