Transcribed from the Chapman and Hall, 1914 edition.
like anything better than being moddley- coddleyed.'
With the check upon him of being unsympathetically restrained in a genial outburst of enthusiasm, Mr. Jasper stands still, and looks on intently at the young fellow, divesting himself of his outward coat, hat, gloves, and so forth. Once for all, a look of intentness and intensity--a look of hungry, exacting, watchful, and yet devoted affection--is always, now and ever afterwards, on the Jasper face whenever the Jasper face is addressed in this direction. And whenever it is so addressed, it is never, on this occasion or on any other, dividedly addressed; it is always concentrated.
'Now I am right, and now I'll take my corner, Jack. Any dinner, Jack?'
Mr. Jasper opens a door at the upper end of the room, and discloses a small inner room pleasantly lighted and prepared, wherein a comely dame is in the act of setting dishes on table.
'What a jolly old Jack it is!' cries the young fellow, with a clap of his hands. 'Look here, Jack; tell me; whos
Interesting mystery novel that is unfinished due to Charles Dickens' death. The story stops just as it's really getting good. Frustrating! Mainly for die-hard Dickens fans. I read it because author Dan Simmons has a book coming out called "Drood" that is based on this book. Maybe he'll attempt to finish it?
It is an interesting book. however since it is not complete, no one knows how dickens wanted to shape it.