Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . a wink. OB, MB. JOBBOCKSS HUNT. 543 Take it then ! screamed the captain, dashing the money on the counter ; and if ever I set foot in your shop again, I hope I may be . Shut up shop, Enoch !—shut up shop ! exclaimed Mr. Frizwigto his apprentice. Its all over with us ; this venerable ourang-outang says he wont come back ; saying which master and manburst into a loud guffaw, in the midst of which Captain Dolefulhurried away. CHAPTER LXV. MRS, JORROCKS FURIOUS. RS. JORROCKS re-ceived the captain as alady would her in-tended nephew. Shewas somewhat struckwith
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . a wink. OB, MB. JOBBOCKSS HUNT. 543 Take it then ! screamed the captain, dashing the money on the counter ; and if ever I set foot in your shop again, I hope I may be . Shut up shop, Enoch !—shut up shop ! exclaimed Mr. Frizwigto his apprentice. Its all over with us ; this venerable ourang-outang says he wont come back ; saying which master and manburst into a loud guffaw, in the midst of which Captain Dolefulhurried away. CHAPTER LXV. MRS, JORROCKS FURIOUS. RS. JORROCKS re-ceived the captain as alady would her in-tended nephew. Shewas somewhat struckwith the change in hisappearance, but saidnothing; and Belinda,not having seen himfor some time, andnot understanding themanagement ofwhiskers, thought no-thing of it. Dinner being an-nounced, Mrs. Jorrocksmotioned the captain totake Belinda, while shecomplacently followedin the rear, admiringBelindas beautifullyrounded form, set offby the simple draperyof Indian muslin, andthe handsomest couple she had ever seencommon form, in fact, as. I LL KNOCK YOUR HEAD OFF. the captains gaunt figure —seemed made for each other—the usual Bill Bowker would say. They had mutton-broth and mackerel for dinner, roast-beef, boiledchickens, and tongue ; and the captain, having only had a second-class coffee-room breakfast (bread with one egg), played an uncom-monly good kmfe and fork—rather better, nerhaps, than might have 544 HANDLEY CROSS; been expected, considering the delicacy of his situation. Belindatrifled with her dinner, for the sake of drowning the comparisonsthat every moment arose between her deaths-head-looking neighbourand he who so long had sat at her side. Immediately after dinner, at least immediately after her secondbumper of port, Mrs. Jorrocks had arranged to be called out by Betsy;and answering the summons, she desired Belinda to entertain thecaptain until her return. Our hero now began to take fright, and wrinkling his face like aman with a very tight shoe, he attempted t
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