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Was I though? returned the old man. Im glad to hear it, but I dont remember when. Are you sure it was me? Quite. I think my memory has got as short as my breath, said Mr. Omer, looking at me and shaking his head; for I dont remember you. Dont you remember your coming to the coach to meet me, and my having breakfast here, and our riding out to Blunderstone together; you, and I, and Mrs. Joram, and Mr. Joram toowho wasnt her husband then? Why, Lord bless my soul! exclaimed Mr. Omer, after being thrown by his surprise into a fit of coughing, you dont say so! Minnie, my dear, you recollect? Dear me, yesthe party was a lady, I think? My mother, I rejoined. Tobesure, said Mr. Omer, touching my waistcoat with his forefinger, and there was a little child too! There was two parties. The little party was laid along with the other party. Over at Blunderstone it was, of course. Dear me! And how have you been since? Very well, I thanked him, as I hoped he had been too. Oh! nothing to grumble at, you know, said Mr. Omer. I find my breath gets short, but it seldom gets longer as a man gets older. I take it as it comes, and make the most of it. Thats the best way, aint it? Mr. Omer coughed again, in consequence of laughing, and was assisted out of his fit by his daughter, who now stood close beside us, dancing her smallest child on the counter. Dear me! said Mr. Omer. Yes, to be sure. Two parties! Why, in that very ride, if youll believe me, the day was named for my Minnie to marry Joram. Do name it, Sir, said Joram. Yes, do, father, says Minnie. And now hes come into the business. And look here! The youngest! Minnie laughed, and stroked her banded hair upon her temples, as her father put one of his fat fingers into the hand of the child she was dancing on the counter. Two parties, of course! said Mr. Omer, nodding his head retrospectively. Ex-actly so! And Jorams at work, at this minute, on a gray one with silver nails, not this measurementthe measurement of the dancing child upon the counterby a good two inches. Will you take something? I thanked him, but declined. Let me see, said Mr. Omer. Barkiss the carriers wifePeggottys the boatmans sistershe had something to do with your family? She was in service there, sure? My answering in the affirmative gave him great satisfaction. I believe my breath will get long next, my memorys getting so much so, said Mr. Omer. Well, Sir, weve got a young relation of hers here, under articles to us, that has as elegant a taste in the dress- making businessI assure you I dont believe theres a duchess in England can touch her. Not little Emly? said I, involuntarily. Emlys her name, said Mr. Omer, and shes little too. But if youll believe me, she has such a face of her own that half the women in this town are mad against her. |
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