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751 wonderful complacency. ‘First and last, Kate, I must have had a dozen at least.’ ‘Mama!’ returned Kate, in a tone of remonstrance. ‘I had indeed, my dear,’ said Mrs Nickleby; ‘not including your poor papa, or a young gentleman who used to go, at that time, to the same dancing school, and who would send gold watches and bracelets to our house in gilt-edged paper, (which were always returned,) and who afterwards unfortunately went out to Botany Bay in a cadet ship--a convict ship I mean--and escaped into a bush and killed sheep, (I don’t know how they got there,) and was going to be hung, only he accidentally choked himself, and the government pardoned him. Then there was young Lukin,’ said Mrs Nickleby, beginning with her left thumb and checking off the names on her fingers--‘Mogley--Tipslark--Cabbery--Smifser--’ Having now reached her little finger, Mrs Nickleby was carrying the account over to the other hand, when a loud ‘Hem!’ which appeared to come from the very foundation of the garden- wall, gave both herself and her daughter a violent start. ‘Mama! what was that?’ said Kate, in a low tone of voice. ‘Upon my word, my dear,’ returned Mrs Nickleby, considerably startled, ‘unless it was the gentleman belonging to the next house, I don’t know what it could possibly--’ ‘A-hem!’ cried the same voice; and that, not in the tone of an ordinary clearing of the throat, but in a kind of bellow, which woke up all the echoes in the neighbourhood, and was prolonged to an extent which must have made the unseen bellower quite black in the face. ‘I understand it now, my dear,’ said Mrs Nickleby, laying her hand on Kate’s; ‘don’t be alarmed, my love, it’s not directed to you, |
