I waited to cumclude the putchis untle the Share-Markit
which was rayther deprest (oing I think not so much to the atax of
the misrable Times as to the prodidjus flams of the Morning Erald) was
restored to its elthy toan. I wasn't goin to part with scrip which was
20 primmium at 2 or 3: and bein confidnt that the Markit would rally,
had bought very largely for the two or three new accounts.
"This will explane to those unfortnight traydsmen to womb I gayv orders
for a large igstent ow it was that I couldn't pay their accounts. I am
the soal of onour--but no gent can pay when he has no money--it's not MY
fault if that old screw Lady Bareacres cabbidged three hundred yards
of lace, and kep back 4 of the biggest diminds and seven of the largist
Injar Shawls--it's not MY fault if the tradespeople didn git their goods
back, and that Lady B. declared they were LOST. I began the world afresh
with the close on my back, and thirteen and six in money, concealing
nothink, giving up heverythink, Onist and undismayed, and though beat,
with pluck in me still, and ready to begin agin.
"Well--it was the day before that apinted for my Unium. The 'Ringdove'
steamer was lying at Dover ready to carry us hoff. The Bridle apartmince
had been hordered at Salt Hill, and subsquintly at Balong sur Mare--the
very table cloth was laid for the weddn brexfst in Ill Street, and the
Bride's Right Reverend Huncle, the Lord Bishop of Bullocksmithy, had
arrived to sellabrayt our unium.
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