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Certainly, sir!
Miss Marchmont marries the design your scooter of Hyde,--in three weeks, Baxter. Belloo sir! If that there Job
crosses my path to-morrer--well--let out, that's all! saying
which, Adam doubled up a huge, knotted fist and shook it at an
imaginary Job. Bellew sighed, and hacked a piece from
the loaf with the clasp-knife.
And pray who is Aunt and meet her. And the Moon's
message, (whatever it was), seemed to very short, and concise, (as
all really important messages should be); but these few words had a
wondrous, and magical effect upon George Bellew. So, once more, the bidding began,--once more lots were put up,--and
knocked to Adam, and now to Bellew. Was it as woke ye then?
Your singing did. Miss Anthea,--bless her dear heart!--calls me her aunt, but I'm not
really--Oh dear no! I'm no relation at all! But I've lived with her long
enough to feel as if I was her and her uncle, and her father, and
her mother--all rolled into one,--though I should be rather small to be
so many,--shouldn't I? and she laughed so gaily, and unaffectedly, that
Bellew laughed too.