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She was in the building, and I stood almost on a level with her, with a bottle in my pocket. It did not take me a minute to clamber through the window. I did not stop to wonder, or ask why she was there, or to whom she was speaking. I just fled and made my way as well as I could across the golf-links to a little hotel on Cuthbert Road, where I had been once before.
Oh! there was neither gridiron nor frying-pan, fork nor spoon; a couple of clasp-knives served the whole party. Nevertheless, they satisfied their hunger and then sent the bottle on its exhilarating round.
There is Squire Cawthorpe he was at college wi' me what a grand poem he was going to write! He's master o' Bagley fox hounds now, and he nivver wrote a line as I heard tell o'. There's Parson Leveret! He was going to hand in t' millennium, and now he cares for nowt i' t' world but his tithes and a bottle o' good port. Howiver, there's no use talking.
The party lingered over one dish after another, and then over a delicate dessert, with a bottle of cold wine, carefully uncorked by the hand of the Dictator himself. As it began to grow dark a lamp was set upon the table and a couple of candles on the sideboard; for the night was perfectly pure, starry, and windless.
Sam came into the bedroom, and looked round in astonishment. "What become of him?" he said. "Where de debil he got to?" "That's what I want to know, Sam. Now, then, just give all your attention. What time did he come in?" "He came in at about nine o'clock, sar, with three other officers, Captain Farquharson, Major Heriot, and Captain Brown. Dey have bottle wine, and sit here and smoke.
Then suddenly the girl jumped up and struck the table with her fist, shaking the things on the tray. "What the hell am I snivelling about 'twon't make it any better." She took the bottle of beer, filled a tumbler and drank it off at a draught, then flung the glass crashing against the wall behind the stove. "Puh! Now I've got that wretched fit again."
Lord Marney filled a bumper, which he drank off rapidly, pushed the bottle to his brother, and then said again, "What a cursed bore it is that Grouse is not here." "Well, I cannot say, George, that I particularly miss the presence of Captain Grouse," said his brother.
As I was cautiously stepping round I felt my foot encounter some resistance, and putting down my hand I recognized the feel of linen. It was a napkin containing two plates, a nice roast fowl, bread, and a second napkin. Searching again I came across a bottle and a glass.
A glass but one of that Port you tasted yesterday. I say but a glass, yet I hope you will do honour to the bottle. But a glass at least, at least!" He implored it almost with tears. Mr. Butler had reached that state of delicious torpor in which to take the road is the last agony; but duty was duty, and Sir Robert Craufurd had the fiend's own temper.
"Take a look yourself," replied the young inventor, passing his chum the binoculars. "Bless my bottle of ink!" cried Mr. Damon. "Is it possible?" "Quick, Ned, or you'll miss him!" cried Tom. The young bank clerk focused the glasses on the rapidly moving airship, and, a moment later, exclaimed: "Yes, that's Andy all right, but I don't know who the men are with him."
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