City and town life -- Fiction; Urban poor -- Fiction
Mr Purkis grew warm, and perspired as he sand-papered the steel
bindings, making the boxes glisten to an extent that would never have
been reached, had there not existed the little jealousy between Mrs
Ruggles and himself.
Not that Mr Purkis loved work, for his was the kind of constitution that
would bear a large amount of ease, and he always felt himself to
flourish most when clothed in his robes of office, and basking in
beauty's eye as he ornamented the church porch, striking with awe the
boys from Gunniss's, his duties appearing to consist of an occasional
wag of the head to the pew-opener, when some stranger required a
sitting, and a majestic roll as far as the iron gates and back.
He would wag his head mysteriously at his wife when she was brushing him
down on a Sunday morning, and removing every speck of dust from his blue
robe, to which she used a hard brush, while the broad scarlet velvet
cape, with its deep gold-lace trimming, was daintily smoothed and dusted
with a brush of the softest. Then Mrs Purkis would hand her lord his
cocked hat and white Berlin gloves, gazing up in his face and looking
him over with the greatest veneration. For some ladies are fond of
seeing their lords and masters in uniform, and Mrs Purkis was one of
these, and she would stand at the door to see her husband go down the
street, exclaiming too, angrily, to herself, "Drat them boys!" when some
evil-disposed irreverent young scamp would shout after the portly
officer, "Beadle, beadle, threadle my needle;" though she consoled
herself with the recollection that, "Boys allus was full of their
sarse," ready to laugh at any of our noble British institutions.
Especially if relating to law and order, beginning with the majestic
policeman, and ending with the Lord Chief Baron in his swaddling
clothes.
But if Mr Purkis looked sagacious, it seemed probable that, like other
people, he only had his suspicions; such too as he could not confirm,
though a slight frown and a shake of the head, particularly if
accompanied by nipped-together lips, imply a great deal; and your
heavy-cheeked solid-headed judge will carry a weight with the public
that his keen-witted and sharp-featured subordinate will lack.
Mr Purkis obtained the credit of knowing a great deal, but if he did, he
kept the knowledge to himself; and Time, the inexorable, slipped on,
Jared discoursing with his organ, and the great congregation at St
Runwald's listening patiently to the vicar's quiet practical little
sermons.
Mr Gray kept his promise to the churchwarden, and there were no more
texts for some time touching upon the subject of money; but Mr Timson
scratched his head violently one day as he sat in his pew and heard the
vicar dwell upon the rich men dropping their gifts into the treasury,
and the poor widow's mite; adroitly introducing his opinion that it was
as great a sin to steal the widow's mite as the more imposing gifts of
the wealthy.
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