Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 64: what you’re looking at

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62 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. CHAPTER X. - THE PAWNBROKER AT HOME. Meranrme the new broker was an object. of unlimited - curiosity. Who could he be? The last proprietor was a stooping skeleton, with knees and elbows threatening to de- velop into rags, and an impudent resolution in his thin face as he peered into every window. But this man was a gen- tleman—so tall, so superb a figure. The young lady who lived next door to the Lattisons de- clared him magnificent ; and, as she was given to reading old- fashioned novels, she put him down ‘at once for ‘a nobleman in disguise. ; “If there only was some way of learning about him,” she said, confidentially, to her lady’s maid; “I should like to find out if he is really a gentleman. By his walk and bear- ing I am about certain; but then, his business !” “Why! iI geen: mind going there with something just to please you,” said J ennie, who wanted to see the man just as much as her mistress did. “ Well, suppose you do, Jennie. Put on an old hood and cloak ; and, by the way, I shouldn’t mind having a little extra cliange’-papa is growing so stingy, and I will pay you for your trouble.” ; “Oh! no occasion, Miss, I’m sure; and, aa which latter clause was equivalent to saying that urse she expected something. Jennie made up her bundle—an old satin dress, a shawl, almost as good as new, only out of fashion, an antique gold pencil-case, and a queer miniature of somebody’s grandmother set in brilliants, that had been found by one of the family in the streets of Liverpool, and which the young lady had often laughed at for ils oddness and age. The gold and the bril- liants were dim, and not worth much. At the same time that the girl entered the broker’s shop, there went in a tall, lean-looking woman, of an uncertain age, who held a little child of some ten or eleven summers | ConmiclooolkSaceornn)