Mad: A Story of Dust and AshesFenn, George Manville
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Mad: A Story of Dust and Ashes
Fenn, George Manville
Fiction
Breathed again, he once more ran on, full of resolutions for the future,
touching the vigorous prosecution of his claim, smiling, too, as he made
the vows in doubt as to their fulfilment, for he knew his weakness; but
he ran on, feeling more light-hearted than he had felt for years, till
suddenly he stopped and proceeded at a more moderate pace; for he
trembled for his shoes, in whose durability he had not much faith,
trusting their strength but little, for, placing the standard of
boot-strength at twenty-six shillings, he remembered that he stood at
three shillings and ninepence, plus his old ones, and he trembled.
Near home at last, where he arrived just in time to encounter _ma mere_
the sinister, with her poodles, starting to give select entertainments
through the evening in the far West; and, as he turned into the court,
his light-heartedness passed away, the many hopeful thoughts vanished,
and he sighed, for truly it was being under a cloud literally, as well
as figuratively, to enter the precincts of Bennett's-rents.
Volume Two, Chapter XV.
THE COMMON LOT AGAIN.
All the renters appertaining to Bennett's were either out in the court,
or at door and window, on the day that Mrs Jarker was buried; while
Lucy gladdened the heart of Jean Marais by taking charge of the little
golden-haired child and carrying it up to his room to see the birds and
dogs. Women stood in knots talking, with their arms rolled in their
aprons, and a strong smell of rum, of the kind known as "pine-apple,"
and vended at the corner, pervaded these little assemblies. The sports
of the children were interrupted, and slapping was greatly in vogue in
consequence of mothers never having known their offspring to have been
so tiresome before. Hopscotch was banished from the court, tops and
buttons confiscated, and there was not a boy or girl present who, in the
face of so much tyranny, would not have emigrated to some more
freedom-giving district, but for the fact that there was a "berryin;"
and the shabby Shillibeer hearse, and its doleful horse and red-nosed
driver, already stood at the end of the court, where the public-house
doors were so carefully strapped-back for the convenience of customers.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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