City and town life -- Fiction; Urban poor -- Fiction
But Harry did not write, for he was a man of honour, and he had promised
that he would not until he had permission; while Jared, thinking all
this over again and again in his musing moods when sitting before his
reflector, felt convinced that he had acted justly, and time alone must
show what the young people's future was to be.
The breach remained wider than ever between the brothers; for Richard
Pellet said grandly to his wife--standing the while with his back to the
fire, and chinking sovereigns in his pockets--that it was quite
impossible to do anything for people who were such fools, and so blind
to their own interests; and Mrs Richard, who was on the whole a
good-natured woman, but had not room in her brain for more than one idea
at a time, thought her new relatives very dreadful people, for they had
driven her poor boy away a month or two sooner than he would have gone,
though in that respect Richard did not show much sympathy, since he was
rather glad to be rid of his stepson.
Volume 1, Chapter VIII.
LITTLE PINE AND HER TEACHER.
Carnaby Street, Golden Square, where the private doors have their jambs
ornamented with series of bell-pulls like the stops of an organ, and the
knockers seem intended to form handles that shall lift up and display
rows of keys; but generally speaking, the doors stand open, and the
sills bear a row of as many children as can squeeze themselves in. The
population is dense and the odours are many, but the prevailing smell is
that described by a celebrated character as of warm flat-irons, the ear
corroborating nose and palate, for an occasional chink hints that the
iron--not a flat one--has been placed upon its stand, while the heavy
dull thump, thump, tells that some garment is being pressed. For this
is one of the strongholds of the London tailors, and the chances are
that the cloth cut upon the counter of Poole has been built into shape
in Carnaby Street.
It was in the first floor back, and in two small rooms, that Tim
Ruggles--always Tim, though christened Timothy--a steady-going, hard--
working, Dutch clock kind of man, carried on the trade popular in the
district, with his family of a wife and a little girl. He considered
the two rooms ample--the larger serving for parlour, kitchen, workshop,
and bedroom for little Pine, the other being devoted exclusively to
sleeping purposes.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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