Sawn Off: A Tale of a Family TreeFenn, George Manville
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Sawn Off: A Tale of a Family Tree
Fenn, George Manville
Fiction
"`The Chancellor of the Ex-exchequer ap-peal-ed to the 'Ouse to give doo
con-sid-e-ra-tion to the wote--vote--and said--plead--' Blow the paper!
it's awfully dry work going through all this 'Ouse of Commons business
every morning. Not half so interesting as the little bits about the
accidents and murders and 'saults down at the bottom of the weekly
papers.--One never knows where one is; and the way I get the two sides
of the 'Ouse mixed up together makes me thankful I ain't in Parlymint,
or I should be doing some mischief. I wish Jessie would come. The
members don't seem to talk quite so much stuff when she reads. Poor
lass! I'd give a thousand pounds down--and I could give it, too," he
added, with a fierce slap on his knee--"to see her looking as well and
happy as she used to."
He stopped, thinking for a few minutes.
"No," he said aloud, "I haven't done wrong. I've said it a dozen times,
and I says it again. `No, my lass, I ask no questions about it,' I
says; `but that was an unpleasant piece of business about Fred Fraser,
as is a reg'lar scamp; and if you loved Tom you didn't do right. You
says he came and threw up something at the window, and you opened it,
thinking it was Tom. Well, my gal, you didn't do right then, after what
had happened.' But there, it's all over now--they belong to another
set, unless they find out as we're well off now, and Max wants to be
friends. Ha! ha! ha! I shouldn't wonder if he did some day. Ah, well!
let's have some more paper."
He went on reading for five minutes, and then threw the sheet
impatiently away.
"If it wasn't for seeming so ignorant, I wouldn't read a blessed line of
it," he cried. "Talk, talk, talk! Why, they might say it all in half
an hour; only one seems so out of everything if one can't talk about
politics. No one ever says a word about the interesting paragraphs.
I'm getting very tired of it all, and if ever I go into Parlymint I
shall try for a comfortable seat below the gangway, or a hammock in the
cabin."
He pulled out a handsome self-winding gold watch, looked at the time
with a sigh, and turned it over in his hand.
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