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Now, I tell you, miss, said Mrs Bagnet; and when I say miss, I mean all! Just come into the corner of the wall, and Ill tell you! Mrs Bagnet hurried us into a more secluded place, and was at first too breathless to proceed; occasioning Mr Bagnet to say, Old girl! Tell em! Why, then, miss, the old girl proceeded, untying the strings of her bonnet for more air, you could as soon move Dover Castle as move George on this point, unless you had got a new power to move him with. And I have got it! You are a jewel of a woman, said my guardian. Go on! Now, I tell you, miss, she proceeded, clapping her hands in her hurry and agitation a dozen times in every sentence, that what he says concerning no relations is all bosh. They dont know of him, but he does know of them. He has said more to me at odd times than to anybody else, and it warnt for nothing that he once spoke to my Woolwich about whitening and wrinkling mothers heads. For fifty pounds he had seen his mother that day. Shes alive, and must be brought here straight! Instantly Mrs Bagnet put some pins into her mouth, and began pinning up her skirts all round, a little higher than the level of her grey cloak; which she accomplished with surprising dispatch and dexterity. Lignum, said Mrs Bagnet, you take care of the children, old man, and give me the umbrella! Im away to Lincolnshire, to bring that old lady here. But, bless the woman, cried my guardian with his hand in his pocket, how is she going? What money has she got? Mrs Bagnet made another application to her skirts, and brought forth a leathern purse in which she hastily counted over a few shillings, and which she then shut up with perfect satisfaction. Never you mind for me, miss. Im a soldiers wife, and accustomed to travelling in my own way. Lignum, old boy, kissing him, one for yourself; three for the children. Now Im away into Lincolnshire after Georges mother! And she actually set off while we three stood looking at one another lost in amazement. She actually trudged away in her grey cloak at a sturdy pace, and turned the corner, and was gone. Mr Bagnet, said my guardian. Do you mean to let her go in that way? Cant help it, he returned. Made her way home once. From another quarter of the world. With the same grey cloak. And same umbrella. Whatever the old girl says, do. Do it! Whenever the old girl says, Ill do it. She does it. Then she is as honest and genuine as she looks, rejoined my guardian, and it is impossible to say more for her. Shes Colour-Serjeant of the Nonpareil battalion, said Mr Bagnet, looking at us over his shoulder, as he went his way also. And theres not such another. But I never own to it before her. Discipline must be maintained. |
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