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The Diary of a Nobody
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George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
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An
evening
or
two
ago
I
had
put
on
a
white
waistcoat
for
coolness,
and
while
walking
past
with
my
thumbs
in
my
waistcoat
pockets
(a
habit
I
have),
one
man,
seated
in
the
cart,
and
looking
like
an
American,
commenced
singing
some
vulgar
nonsense
about
“I
had
thirteen
dollars
in
my
waistcoat
pocket.”
I
fancied
it
was
meant
for
me,
and
my
suspicions
were
confirmed;
for
while
walking
round
the
garden
in
my
tall
hat
this
afternoon,
a
“throw-down”
cracker
was
deliberately
aimed
at
my
hat,
and
exploded
on
it
like
a
percussion
cap.
I
turned
sharply,
and
am
positive
I
saw
the
man
who
was
in
the
cart
retreating
from
one
of
the
bedroom
windows.
AUGUST
27.—
Carrie
and
Mrs.
James
went
off
shopping,
and
had
not
returned
when
I
came
back
from
the
office.
Judging
from
the
subsequent
conversation,
I
am
afraid
Mrs.
James
is
filling
Carrie’s
head
with
a
lot
of
nonsense
about
dress.
I
walked
over
to
Gowing’s
and
asked
him
to
drop
in
to
supper,
and
make
things
pleasant.
Carrie
prepared
a
little
extemporised
supper,
consisting
of
the
remainder
of
the
cold
joint,
a
small
piece
of
salmon
(which
I
was
to
refuse,
in
case
there
was
not
enough
to
go
round),
and
a
blanc-mange
and
custards.
There
was
also
a
decanter
of
port
and
some
jam
puffs
on
the
sideboard.
Mrs.
James
made
us
play
rather
a
good
game
of
cards,
called
“Muggings.”
To
my
surprise,
in
fact
disgust,
Lupin
got
up
in
the
middle,
and,
in
a
most
sarcastic
tone,
said:
“Pardon
me,
this
sort
of
thing
is
too
fast
for
me,
I
shall
go
and
enjoy
a
quiet
game
of
marbles
in
the
back-garden.”
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