Paul Clifford — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Paul Clifford — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Brigands and robbers -- Fiction
Paul seized his hat, but lingered; and the dame, guessing at the
signification of the pause, drew forth and placed in the boy's hand the
sum of five halfpence and one farthing.
“There, boy,” quoth she, and she stroked his head fondly when she spoke,
“you does right not to play for nothing,--it's loss of time; but play
with those as be less than yoursel', and then you can go for to beat 'em
if they says you go for to cheat!”
Paul vanished; and the dame, laying her hand on Dummie's shoulder,
said,--
“There be nothing like a friend in need, Dummie; and somehow or other, I
thinks as how you knows more of the horigin of that 'ere lad than any of
us!”
“Me, dame!” exclaimed Dummie, with a broad gaze of astonishment.
“Ah, you! you knows as how the mother saw more of you just afore she
died than she did of 'ere one of us. Noar, now, noar, now! Tell us all
about 'un. Did she steal 'un, think ye?”
“Lauk, Mother Margery, dost think I knows? Vot put such a crotchet in
your 'ead?”
“Well!” said the dame, with a disappointed sigh, “I always thought as
how you were more knowing about it than you owns. Dear, dear, I shall
never forgit the night when Judith brought the poor cretur here,--you
knows she had been some months in my house afore ever I see'd the
urchin; and when she brought it, she looked so pale and ghostly that
I had not the heart to say a word, so I stared at the brat, and it
stretched out its wee little hands to me. And the mother frowned at it,
and throwed it into my lap.”
“Ah! she was a hawful voman, that 'ere!” said Dummie, shaking his head.
“But howsomever, the hurchin fell into good 'ands; for I be's sure you
'as been a better mother to 'un than the raal 'un!”
“I was always a fool about childer,” rejoined Mrs. Lobkins; “and I
thinks as how little Paul was sent to be a comfort to my latter end!
Fill the glass, Dummie.”
“I 'as heard as 'ow Judith was once blowen to a great lord!” said
Dummie.
“Like enough!” returned Mrs. Lobkins,--“like enough! She was always a
favourite of mine, for she had a spuret [spirit] as big as my own; and
she paid her rint like a decent body, for all she was out of her sinses,
or 'nation like it.”
“Ay, I knows as how you liked her,--'cause vy? 'T is not your vay to let
a room to a voman! You says as how 't is not respectable, and you only
likes men to wisit the Mug!”
“And I doesn't like all of them as comes here!” answered the
dame,--“'specially for Paul's sake; but what can a lone 'oman do? Many's
the gentleman highwayman wot comes here, whose money is as good as the
clerk's of the parish. And when a bob [shilling] is in my hand, what
does it sinnify whose hand it was in afore?”
“That's what I call being sinsible and practical,” said Dummie,
approvingly. “And after all, though you 'as a mixture like, I does not
know a halehouse where a cove is better entertained, nor meets of a
Sunday more illegant company, than the Mug!”
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