文档介绍：DOCTOR MARIGOLD
DOCTOR MARIGOLD
By Charles Dickens
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DOCTOR MARIGOLD
I am a Cheap Jack, and my own father's name was Willum Marigold.
It was in his lifetime supposed by some that his name was William, but my
own father always consistently said, No, it was Willum. On which point
I content myself with looking at the argument this way: If a man is not
allowed to know his own name in a free country, how much is he allowed
to know in a land of slavery? As to looking at the argument through the
medium of the Register, Willum e into the world before
e up much,--and went out of it too. They wouldn't have
been greatly in his line neither, if they had chanced e up before him.
I was born on the Queen's highway, but it was the King's at that time.
A doctor was fetched to my own mother by my own father, when it took
place on mon; and in consequence of his being a very kind
gentleman, and accepting no fee but a tea-tray, I was named Doctor, out of
gratitude pliment to him. There you have me. Doctor Marigold.
I am at present a middle-aged man of a broadish build, in cords,
leggings, and a sleeved waistcoat the strings of which is always gone
behind. Repair them how you will, they go like fiddle-strings. You have
been to the theatre, and you have seen one of the wiolin- players screw up
his wiolin, after listening to it as if it had been whispering the secret to him
that it feared it was out of order, and then you have heard it snap. That's
as exactly similar to my waistcoat as a waistcoat and a wiolin can be like
one another.
I am partial to a white hat, and I like a shawl round my neck wore
loose and easy. Sitting down is my favourite posture. If I have a taste
in point of personal jewelry, it is mother-of-pearl buttons. There you have
me again, as large as life.
The doctor having accepted a tea-tray, you'll guess that my father was
a Cheap Jack before me. You are right. He was. It was a pretty tray.
It represented a large lady going along