Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 1

Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 1

Mrs. James Preedy, lodging-house keeper, bred and born in the vocation, and consequently familiar with all the moves of that extensive class of persons in London that has no regular home, and has to be cooked for, washed for, and generally done for, sat in the kitchen of her house, No.118, Great Porter Square. This apartment was situated in the basement, and here Mrs. Preedy received her friends and did for[2] her lodgers, in so far as the cooking for them can be said to be included in that portentous and significant term. The floor of the kitchen was oil-clothed, with, in distinguished places, strips of carpet of various patterns and colours, to give it an air. Over the mantelpiece was a square looking-glass in a mahogany frame, ranged on each side of which were faded photographs of men, women, and children, and of one gentleman in particular pretending to smoke a long pipe. This individual, whose face was square, whose aspect was frowning, and whose shirt sleeves were tucked up in an exceedingly free and easy fashion, was the pictorial embodiment of Mrs. Preedys deceased husband. While he lived he was a worryer, my dear, to quote Mrs. Preedyand to do the lady justice, he looked it; but being gone to that bourne from which no lodging-house keeper ever returns, he immediately took his place in the affections of his widow as the dear departed and a blessed angel. Thus do we often find tender appreciation budding into flower even[3] at the moment the undertaker nails the lid upon the coffin, and Mr. Preedy, when the breath was out of his body, might (spiritually) have consoled himself with the reflection that he was not the only person from whose grave hitherto unknown or unrecognised virtues ascend. The weapons of the dead warrior, two long and two short pipes, were ranged crosswise on the wall with mathematical tenderness. When her days work was over, and Mrs. Preedy, a lonely widow, sat by herself in the kitchen, she was wont to look regretfully at those pipes, wishing that he who had smoked them were alive to puff again as of yore; forgetting, in the charity of her heart, the crosses and vexations of her married life, and how often she had called her blessed angel a something I decline to mention for defiling the kitchen with his filthy smoke. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 42905
Author: Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Release Date: Jun 10, 2013
Format: eBook
Language: English