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Clearing up all Doubts (if any existed) of the Disinterestedness of Mr. A. Jingle’s Character

           

           ‘I’llsufferany,ratherthansubmittothisdisgrace,andlether,foolassheis,bemademiserableforlife,’saidWardle.

           ‘Iratherthinkitcanbedone,’saidthebustlinglittleman.‘Mr.Jingle,willyoustepwithusintothenextroomforamoment?’

           Mr.Jingleassented,andthequartettewalkedintoanemptyapartment.

           ‘Now,sir,’saidthelittleman,ashecarefullyclosedthedoor,‘istherenowayofaccommodatingthismatterstepthisway,sir,foramomentintothiswindow,Sir,wherewecanbealonethere,sir,there,praysitdown,sir.Now,mydearSir,betweenyouandI,weknowverywell,mydearSir,thatyouhaverunoffwiththisladyforthesakeofhermoney.Don’tfrown,Sir,don’tfrown;Isay,betweenyouandI,WEknowit.Wearebothmenoftheworld,andWEknowverywellthatourfriendshere,arenoteh?’

           Mr.Jingle’sfacegraduallyrelaxed;andsomethingdistantlyresemblingawinkquiveredforaninstantinhislefteye.

           ‘Verygood,verygood,’saidthelittleman,observingtheimpressionhehadmade.‘Now,thefactis,thatbeyondafewhundreds,theladyhaslittleornothingtillthedeathofhermotherfineoldlady,mydearSir.’

           ‘OLD,’saidMr.Jinglebrieflybutemphatically.

           ‘Why,yes,’saidtheattorney,withaslightcough.‘Youareright,mydearSir,sheisratherold.

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