City and town life -- Fiction; Urban poor -- Fiction
D. Wragg seemed to be so affected by his recollections that he drew out
a pocket-handkerchief and removed a faint drop of moisture from the
corner of one eye, and another from the right side of his nose with the
stem of his pipe, Canau nodding satisfaction the while many times over--
seeming, too, more tranquil of spirit, for the puffs of smoke from his
cigarette were evolved far more slowly, and went curling gently upwards
towards the ceiling of the shop.
"I like natur, Mr Canau," said D. Wragg, "and being a spoiled child of
natur myself, I always did like natur. That little Pellet's like, as
you may say, natur's cream, all served up together. Dorgs is natur, and
all these here's natur."
D. Wragg paused, inserted his left thumb in the armhole of his vest, and
with the other hand gracefully waved round the stem of his pipe,
indicating in turn the caged prisoners around.
"I loved natur, Mr Canau, when I was a boy, and went birds'-nestin' and
ketchin' frogs instead of goin' to school, and took to the serciety of
bird-ketchers, which is men of nat'ral habits, as is in some things a
pleasure to know. It was my love of natur, Mr Canau, as fust set me
beginning trade--selling 'edge-hogs and greenfinches and nesties of
young birds in the streets; and it was natur as made me to prosper and
get into this here large way of business. I'm a London man bred and
born, though justice worn't done me in either case--for I'm wideawake to
what's wrong with me; but I'll back myself in nat'ral history to tell
anything you like, from a ork down to a tom-tit, and t'other way from a
mouse up to a helephant--if so be as they're all English. For, you see,
I never went travelling, only once, when I went round for a whole year
with Wombwell's nadgery, feeding the wild beasties, and helping to put
the carrywans straight,--and all from a love of natur, Mr Canau, though
you did get rather more natur there than you liked, 'specially as
regards smells, and bein' kep' awake of a night by the hyenas a
laughin', or them great furrin cats letting go like hooray--let alone
the other things. And that was why I left it and took to dorgs,--
selling washed pups at carriage-doors, warranted never to get no bigger.
And look here," he continued, with a grin; "if ever you should take to
that there trade, I'll put you up to a breed as the pups is the werry
smallest in natur, and washes the whitest in natur; but as for the size
they grows up to in a swell's house, where they're fed up like bloated
haristocrats, with their chicking and weal cutlet, and all that sorter
thing, and the colour they gets to--my!"
Mr D. Wragg chuckled loudly as he described this freak of "natur;" but
it was observable that the puffs of smoke from Canau's cigarette came
swiftly, as he still watched the dealer with a strange indescribable
expression.
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