Identifier: cu31924013471481 (find matches)
Title: Works
Year: 1881 (1880s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870
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Publisher: London, Chapman and Hall, limited
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
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—came to the Borough—last placein the world that he d look in—ha! ha ! capital notion that—very. Dont be long, said the spinster, affectionately, as Mr. Jinglestuck the pinched-up hat on his head. Long away from you ?—Cruel charmer, and Mr. Jingleskipped playfully up to the spinster aunt, imprinted a chastekiss upon her lips, and danced out of the room. Dear man! said the spinster as the door closed after him. Eum old girl, said Mr. Jingle, as he walked down thepassage. It is painful to reflect upon the perfidy of our species ; andwe will not, therefore, pursue the thread of Mr. Jingles medi-tations, as he wended his way to Doctors Commons. It will besufl&cient for our purpose to relate, that escaping the snares of thedragons in white aprons, who guard the entrance to that enchantedregion, he reached the Vicar-Generals office in safety, and havingprocured a highly flattering address on parchment, from theArchbishop of Canterbury, to his trusty and well-beloved Alfred 138
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.—.J%.V U-^ ,^^^V^A^^//-f<:^ ^^^^■^^ ■ SAM NOT TO BE DEAWN Jingle and Eachael Wardle, greeting, he carefully deposited themystic document in his pocket, and retraced his steps in triumphto the Borough. He was yet on his way to the White Hart, when two plumpgentlemen and one thin one entered the yard, and looked roundin search of some authorised person to whom they could makea few inquiries. Mr. Samuel Weller happened to be at thatmoment engaged in burnishing a pair of painted tops, thepersonal property of a farmer who was refreshing himself witha slight lunch of two or three pounds of cold beef and a potor two of porter, after the fatigues of the Borough market;and to him the thin gentleman straightway advanced. My friend, said the thin gentleman. You re one o the adwice gratis order, thought Sam, oryou wouldnt be so wery fond o me all at once. But he onlysaid—Well, sir. My friend, said the thin gentleman, with a conciliatoryhem— Have you got many people stopping here, no

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