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unceremoniously by the shirt-collar , and the voice I was just beginning to forget cried out , with a chuckle , * dada V t " ' Madam ! ' 1 said , picking off the gingerbread from my shirt as . the coach rolled down the street , ' I had hoped that your infernal child— - u 1 stopped in the middle of the sentence , for a pair of large blue eyes were looking wonderingly into mine , and for the first time T observed that the mother of this familiar nuisance was one of the prettiest women I had seen since I became susceptible to the charms of the sex .
44 * Are you going to Boston , sir ? ' she inquired , with a half-timid smile , as if , in that case , she appealed to me for my protection on the road . " Mr . Slingsby now began to regard Jocket with considerably more toleration , and having contrived to throw the residuum
of his gingerbread out of the window , and accidentally to drop the young gentleman himself into the horse trough at one of the stopping places , they all " bowled along pleasantl y enough , " the pretty mamma so far letting him into her history fcy the way as to tell him she was hastening to meet her husband , Captain Thompson , and to show him the pledge of their affections , come into the world since his ship , the good brig Dolly , made her last clearance from Boston Bay .
4 t It was twelve o ' clock at night when the coach rattled in upon the pavements of Boston . Mrs . Thompson had expressed so much impatience during the last few miles , and seemed to shrink so sensitively from being left to herself in a strange city , that I offered my services till she should find herself in better hands , and , as a briefer way of disposing of her , had bribed the coachman who was in a hurry with the mail , to turn a little out of his way , and leave her at her husband ' s hotel . ?
* ' We drew up with a prodigious clatter , accordingly , at the MaTlborough Hotel , where , no coach being expected , the boots and barkeeper were not immediately forthcoming . After a rap to wake the dead , ' 1 set about assisting the impatient driver in getting off the . lady ' s trunks and boxes , and they stood in a large pyramid on the side-walk when the door was opened . A man in his nhirt , three parts asleep , held a flaring candle over his head , and looked through the half-opened door .
Cf * Is Captain Thompson up ?* I asked rather brusquely , irritated at the sour visage of the bar-keeper . ' 'Captain Thompson , Sir ?' « ' * Captain Thompson , Sir !* I repeated my words with a voice that sent him three paces back into the hall . ci 4 No , Sir , * he said at last , slipping one leg into his trousers , which had hitherto been under his arm .
" Then wake him immediately , and tell him Mrs . I iiompson is arrived . ' Here ' s a husband , thought I , as 1 heard something between a & © b and a complaint issue from the roach window at the bar-keeper ' s intelligence . To go to bed when he expected hi 6 wife and child , and after a three years' separation ?
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1836, page 361, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2658/page/33/
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