Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
"Can't controvert no gentleman," said the tailor, looking as if he had
been rubbed down with his own goose; "but never said no such thing,
Mr. Tickle. Always believed in Mr. Dawkins's uncle, but only thought
perhaps he wouldn't pay--that is, wasn't certain, and didn't mean no
offence; and so if Mr. Dawkins will say a word for me now and then to
gentlemen that wants coats, I'll leave it to his convenience; hoping
he will excuse my coming up stairs without asking, not having found no
servant, and not supposing he would take no offence, and--"
And so the rascallion was going on, heaping apology on apology, and
about to depart in contrition for his offence; when, as my evil genius
would have it, in popped Mr. Sniggles, foaming with wrath, and looking
daggers and conflagration.
"Trouble you for the amount of that 'ere small account," said the
fellow; "don't believe in no more uncles; won't be diddled no longer
for nothing; all diddle about uncle--just as Mrs. Sniggles says--no
more uncle than she has!"
"What do you mean?" said Jack Tickle; but his indignation no longer
daunted the dun, who cried out, with uncommon emphasis and effect,--
"Had my doubts about the matter, and told Mrs. Sniggles, said I, 'Mr.
Dawkins's uncle has come;' says Mrs. Sniggles, 'Run down to the tavern
and see; for no sitch thing a'n't certain till we knows it.' And so I
runs down to the Mansion House, and Mr. Wilkins wasn't there; and then
I runs to the United States, hoping it was a mistake, and Mr. Wilkins
wasn't there; and then I runs to this place and that place, and Mr.
Wilkins wasn't there; and, as Mrs. Sniggles said, Mr. Wilkins wasn't
nowhere, but 'twas all diddle, and throwing dust in my eyes. And so, as
for this here account, one hundred and forty-one dollars sixty--"
"Don't controvert no one," said Mr. Snip, who had listened all agape to
the outpourings of the other, and now turned his battery upon me again,
"but can't think of keeping the account open no longer; don't want to
be hard upon any gentleman, but must have my money."
"One hundred and forty-one dollars sixty cents," said Sniggles.
"Two hundred and thirty-seven," said Snip.
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