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
"What, you dog," said I, in a familiar, affectionate sort of way, as
soon as I had him out of my uncle's hearing, "do you want to raise a
hubbub, and put the old fellow in a passion? Come, you rogue, your
fortune's made:--seven grown sons--seven broadcloth suits a year
(extravagant dogs they!)--shall have them all, you shall, upon my
honour: can twist the young apes round my finger, and you shall
have'em. Seven times seven is forty-nine, seven fifties is three
thousand and odd; 'ged and demmee, you'll make a fortune out of them!"
With that I pushed the giggling cormorant down stairs, and ran back to
my uncle.
CHAPTER X.
SOME ACCOUNT OF SHEPPARD LEE'S COUNTRY KINSMEN.
"Adieu!" said Tickle, giving me a nod, as much as to say, "Make the
most of the old gentleman;" he then imitated the duns, and left me; a
circumstance for which I was not sorry, for I was somewhat ashamed of
my uncle.
"Fine-looking young fellow that," said Mr. Wilkins; "must be a rich dog
to lend you a thousand dollars. But I say, Ikey--"
"Uncle Wiggins--that is, Wilkins," said I, "I beg you won't call me by
any such vulgar nickname as Ikey. I can't abide nicknames; they are
horrid plebeian."
"Ods bobs," said my uncle, "I call my son Sammy, Sammy and Sam too--"
"What," said I, "have you a son?"
"Ods bobs!" said he; "why, didn't you know? I say, nevvy, your dad
and me was never good friends; proud as a turkey-cock--thought me a
democrat and no great shakes, but I snapped up his sister though; and
so there was never no love lost between us: never knew much about one
another, especially him. But I say, nevvy, ods bobs, don't be a fool,
and despise like your dad; could buy him six times over if he was
alive, and don't suppose you're much richer; and don't value you a new
pin. Don't pretend you didn't know I had a son; might as well say you
didn't know I had a daughter."
The old gentleman looked somewhat incensed: I hastened to pacify him,
by assuring him I had had a violent fit of sickness and lost my memory.
I then drew from him without difficulty as much of his history and
affairs as I cared to know.
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