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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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and; with hot water, fragrantlemons, white lump sugar, and all things fitting;from which choice materials, Sampson, by no meansinsensible to their claims upon his attention, hadcompounded a mighty glass of punch reeking hot;which he was at that very moment stirring up witha teaspoon, and contemplating w4th looks in whicha faint assumption of sentimental regret struggledbut weakly with a bland and comfortable joy. Atthe same table, with both her elbows upon it, wasMrs. Jiniwin; no longer sipping other peoplespunch feloniously with teaspoons, but taking deepdraughts from a jorum of her own; while herdaughter — not exactly with ashes on her head, orsackcloth on her back, but preserving a very decentand becoming appearance of sorrow nevertheless —was reclining in an easy-chair, and soothing hergrief with a smaller allowance of the same glibliquid. There were also present a couple of water-side men, bearing between them certain machinescalled drags; even these fellows were accommodated
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THE OLD CUKIOSITY SHOP. 139 with a stiff glass apiece; and. as they drank witha great relish, and were naturally of a red-nosed,pimpled-faced, convivial look, their presence ratherincreased than detracted from that decided appear-ance of comfort, which was the great characteristicof the party. If I could poison that dear old ladys rum andwater, murmured Quilp, Id die happy. ■ Ah! said Mr. Brass, breaking the silence, andraising his eyes to the ceiling with a sigh, whoknows but he may be looking down upon us now ?Who knows but he may be surveying of us from —from somewheres or another, and contemplating uswith a watchful eye ? Oh, Lor ! Here Mr. Brass stopped to drink half his punch,and then resumed; looking at the other half as hespoke, with a dejected smile. I can almost fancy, said the lawyer, shakinghis head, that I see his eye glistening down at thevery bottom of my liquor. When shall we lookupon his like again ? Never, never! One minutewe are here — holding his tumbler befo

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