Mad: A Story of Dust and AshesFenn, George Manville
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Mad: A Story of Dust and Ashes
Fenn, George Manville
Fiction
And a nice spot was Lower Series-place! Like Bennett's-rents, it seemed
as if every house was a school, and it was always leaving-time; for if,
for a short cut, you hazarded a walk through the court, you were
attacked by hordes of little savages, who pegged at you with tops, ran
hoops between your legs, yelled in your ears, knocked tipcats in your
eyes, kicked your shins at hopscotch, drove shuttlecocks upon your hat,
lassoed you with skipping-ropes, and forming rings around, apostrophised
you in tuneful, metrical language.
No doubt old Matt was used to all this, and so enjoyed a second nature;
for be it known that he lodged with Mr Isaac Gross, boot and shoemaker,
in Lower Series-place, otherwise Rogue's, otherwise Shire-lane.
Matt's landlord was a big bachelor of six-and-thirty, with much more
body than he seemed to have muscles to control, the effect being that he
was slow--Mrs Slagg said, "And sure," which is doubtful. Mr Gross had
round high shoulders, and more hair than he knew what to do with, or he
would have had it cut; but he did not, only oiled it, brushed it down
straightly, parted it in the middle, and then stopped it from falling
down over his eyes when at work, by confining it with a band of black
ribbon crossing his forehead and tied behind--the effect altogether,
when taken in conjunction with his fat, heavy, sparsely-bearded face,
being decidedly pleasing--judging by Mrs Slagg's standard. He was not
a dirty man, but he never by any chance looked clean, on account of a
peculiar tinge in his skin, due perhaps to his trade, the short pipe in
his mouth from morn till night, and the salubrious air of the court.
Mr Gross was a doctor in his way, buying boots and shoes in the last
stage of consumption, and then, by a grafting, splicing, and budding
process, with the sounder portions of many he produced a few wearable
articles, which, blacked to the highest pitch of lustre, shone upon his
board to tempt purchasers from amongst those who could not afford the
new article. You might buy a pair of boots from Isaac whose component
parts were the work, perhaps, of the cordwainers of many lands, which
scraps he would build up again as if they were so many bricks, or
perhaps mere bats, rough with mortar; and in this way Isaac Gross lived
and flourished.
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