[Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens]@TWC D-Link bookOur Mutual Friend CHAPTER 6 28/33
And my hands seem nailed through to the sculls.
See how dead they are!' Something suggestive in their colour, and perhaps in her face, struck him as he held them up; he turned his shoulder and held them down to the fire. 'You were not out in the perishing night, I hope, father ?' 'No, my dear.
Lay aboard a barge, by a blazing coal-fire .-- Where's that boy ?' 'There's a drop of brandy for your tea, father, if you'll put it in while I turn this bit of meat.
If the river was to get frozen, there would be a deal of distress; wouldn't there, father ?' 'Ah! there's always enough of that,' said Gaffer, dropping the liquor into his cup from a squat black bottle, and dropping it slowly that it might seem more; 'distress is for ever a going about, like sut in the air--Ain't that boy up yet ?' 'The meat's ready now, father.
Eat it while it's hot and comfortable. After you have finished, we'll turn round to the fire and talk.' But, he perceived that he was evaded, and, having thrown a hasty angry glance towards the bunk, plucked at a corner of her apron and asked: 'What's gone with that boy ?' 'Father, if you'll begin your breakfast, I'll sit by and tell you.' He looked at her, stirred his tea and took two or three gulps, then cut at his piece of hot steak with his case-knife, and said, eating: 'Now then.
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