Share page |
132 |
THE CHIMES. |
||
him in the street. His voice was deeper and more husky, and had a trembling in it now and then; but he never raised it passionately, and seldom lifted it above the firm stern level of the homely facts he stated.
" 'Tis harder than you think for, gentlefolks, to grow up decent: commonly decent: in such a place. That I growed up a man and |
|||
![]() |
|||
I has my doubts,' says you, 'about Will Fern. Watch that fellow !' I don't say, gentlemen, it an't quite nat'ral, but I say 'tis so; and from that hour, whatever Will Fern does, or lets alone —all one—it goes against him."
Alderman Cute stuck his thumbs in his waistcoat-pockets, and leaning back in his chair, and smiling, winked at a neighbouring |
|||