Dicken's works . rumor, unlike therolling stone of the proverb, is one which gathers adeal of moss in its wanderings up and down —occasioned his dismounting at the inn door to belooked upon as an exciting and attractive spectacle,which could scarcely be enough admired; and drewtogether a large concourse of idlers, who havingrecently been, as it were, thrown out of employ-ment by the closing of the wax-work, and the com-pletion of the nuptial ceremonies, considered hisarrival as little else than a special providence,and hailed it with demonstrations of the liveliest joy- Not at all participatin
Dicken's works . rumor, unlike therolling stone of the proverb, is one which gathers adeal of moss in its wanderings up and down —occasioned his dismounting at the inn door to belooked upon as an exciting and attractive spectacle,which could scarcely be enough admired; and drewtogether a large concourse of idlers, who havingrecently been, as it were, thrown out of employ-ment by the closing of the wax-work, and the com-pletion of the nuptial ceremonies, considered hisarrival as little else than a special providence,and hailed it with demonstrations of the liveliest joy- Not at all participating in the general sensation,but wearing the depressed and wearied look of onewho sought to meditate on his disappointment insilence and privacy, the single gentleman alighted,and handed out Kits mother with a gloomy polite-ness which impressed the lookers-on done, he gave her his arm and escorted herinto the house, while several active waiters ran onbefore as a skirmishing party, to clear the way. THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP. 123 and to show the room which was ready for theirreception. Any room will do, said the single gentleman. Let it be near at hand, thats all. Close here, sir, if you please to walk this way. Would the gentleman like this room ? said avoice, as a little out-of-the-way door at the foot ofthe well staircase flew briskly open and a headpopped out. Hes quite welcome to it. Hes aswelcome as flowers in jVEay, or coals at you like this room, sir ? Honor me by walk-ing in. Do me the favor, pray. Goodness gracious me! cried Kits mother, fall-ing back in extreme surprise, only think of this ! She had some reason to be astonished, for theperson who proffered the gracious invitation wasno other than Daniel Quilp. The little door out ofwhich he had thrust his head was close to the innlarder; and there he stood, bowing with grotesquepoliteness; as much at his ease as if the door werethat of his own house; blighting all the legs ofmutton and cold
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