The Library of fiction - or, Family story-teller, consisting of original tales, essays, and sketches of character (1836) (14786154903)

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Title: The Library of fiction : or, Family story-teller, consisting of original tales, essays, and sketches of character
Year: 1836 (1830s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870. Tugg's at Ramsgate Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870. Little talk about spring and the sweeps
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign



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cold meats, andwine, served with more neatness and taste than the appearanceof the dwelling would warrant, who set them on the table, anddirecting one look of peculiar searching meaning at her mastersguest, silently withdrew. Come, now, and drink a glass of wine with me, after allthe ill-natured things you said upon your way here ; but I forgiveyou ; my own appearance (and he looked round his room withsome pride) is, I am glad to say, the worst of my possessions—your health, and welcome ! The soldier moved over, and somewhat cheered at the pros-pect of a good supper and old wines, sat down in the friendlyspirit of the invitation, and pouring out a bumper, smiled at hishost, who placed himself opposite him, and behind the light.** A promise of this bottle would have kept me closer than thatlock twice bolted. By-the-by, what did you intend, when youleft me just now, by turning your parlour into a guard-room ?You locked me in. Twas but from habit, then; I treat all my customers so; but
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Page243, VoL 2. THE COFFIN-MAKER OF DROGHEDA.. 249 how like you your entertainment and lodging ?—You are noteating, nor do you seem inclined to drink either. Nay, I am freely employed at both. The style of your abode,and the repast you have served up, are such as I have seldomfallen in with ; but the variety of articles here, all old and worn,look all like legacies bequeathed by the dead whom you have fur-nished with their narrow bouses—grouped top:ether in awful andsolemn assembly. Ave they .really gifts from your departedfriends ? The proprietor gave no answer, and by his instant change ofcolour, seemed to disrelish the remark. But however, your extensive acquaintance with those whohave gone before us on the last long march, may aid you in an-swering a question I wish to put concerning a very near relative,the only one, indeed, left me in this world, whose death I haveheard reported; but the correctness of the rumour I have inva-riably distrusted.—Can you say with certainty, d