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Title: Dicken's works
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870
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Publisher: Boston : Estes & Lauriat
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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n the beginning,by grasping at Mr. Venuss mere straws of hints,now shown to be worthless for his purpose. Castingabout for ways and means of dissolving the con-nection without loss of money, reproaching himselffor having been betrayed into an avowal of hissecret, and complimenting himself beyond measureon his purely accidental good luck, he beguiled thedistance between Clerkenwell and the mansion ofthe Golden Dustman. For Silas Wegg felt it to be quite out of thequestion that he could lay his head upon his pillowin peace without first hovering over Mr. Boffinshouse in the superior character of its Evil Genius.Power (unless it be the power of intellect or virtue)has ever the greatest attraction for the lowestnatures ; and the mere defiance of the unconscioushouse-front, with his power to strip the roof off theinhabiting family like the roof of a house of cards,was a treat which had a charm for Silas Wegg. As he hovered on the opposite side of the street,exulting, the carriage drove up.
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OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. 333 Therell shortly be an end of yow, said Wegg,threatening it with the hat-box. Your varnish isfading. Mrs. Boffin descended and went in. Look out for a fall, my Lady Dustwoman,said Wegg. Bella lightly descended, and ran in after her. How brisk we are ! said Wegg. You wontrun so gayly to your old shabby home, my girl.Youll have to go there, though, A little while, and the Secretary came out. I was passed over for you, said Wegg. Butyou had better provide yourself with another situa-tion, young man. Mr. Boffins shadow passed upon the blinds ofthree large windows as he trotted down the room,and passed again as he went back. Yoop ! cried Wegg. Youre there, are you ?Wheres the bottle ? You would give your bottlefor my box. Dustman ! Having now composed his mind for slumber, heturned homeward. Such was the greed of the fel-low that his mind had shot beyond halves, two-thirds, three-fourths, and gone straight to spoliationof the whole. Though that wouldnt quite do,he con

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