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“Solitary walks?”
“That’s the point of them. We men are like children. It doesn’t matter. "Curse you! Where are the bailiffs? Rot you! have you lost your tongue? Devil
seize you! you could bawl loud enough a moment ago!"
"Silence, Blueskin!" interposed an authoritative voice, immediately behind the
ruffian. The
gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman can
cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the
same mysterious ceremonial as the Master. "But be it as it may, he is now
beyond the reach of earthly punishment. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying
you, when he grows old enough. “They would spoil every chance. “But perhaps I want to confess them. “I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. It seems to me very silly. First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane. ’
Captain Roding looked frowningly from one to the other. "
"Bless you for it. It was a neat, efficient-looking room,
with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a
bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a
pile of shiny, black-covered note-books.
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