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"What I was going to say," proceeded Mr. Bascom, "was that General Doby is a pretty good fellow. Personally, I happen to know that the general feels very badly that he couldn't give you what you wanted. He took a shine to you that night you saw him." "Yes," Mr. Botcher agreed, for he had quite recovered, "the general felt bad feels bad, I should say.
Pendin' of which said notice, however, concloods Billy, turnin' to us after 'Doby starts back, 'Willyum an' me entertains." "And so you think the trouble lies with the man and not with the whiskey?" I said. The Old Cattleman and I were discussing "temperance." "Right you be. This yere whiskey-drinkin'," continued the old gentleman as he toyed with his empty glass, "is a mighty cur'ous play.
When 'Doby emerges he confirms them beliefs of Billy's; it's a kid shore-'nough. "'Boy or girl? says Billy. "'Boy, says 'Doby. "'Which I shorely quits you cold if it's a girl; says Billy. 'As it is, I stands by you in your troubles. I ain't none s'prised at your luck, 'Doby, goes on Billy. ` I half foresees some sech racket as this the minute you gets married. However, if it's a boy she goes.
When at length he did walk down the aisle, as unconcernedly as though he were an unknown man entering a theatre, feminine whispers of "There he is!" could plainly be heard above the buzz, and simultaneous applause broke out in spots, causing the Speaker to rap sharply with his gavel. Poor Mr. Speaker Doby!
Manning was seated at a marble-topped table writing on a salmon-coloured card, in the act of pronouncing these words: "For Mr. Speaker and Mrs. Speaker and all the little Speakers, to New York and return." Mr. Speaker Doby, standing before the marble-topped table with his hands in his pockets, heard the noise behind him and turned, and a mournful expression spread over his countenance.
"What's the use of State sovereignty if you can't have a glittering army to follow the governor round?" Mr. Crewe had never considered this question, and he was not the man to waste time in speculation. "Doubtless you got a letter from me, General Doby," he said. "We did what we could up our way to put you in the Speaker's chair."
"But now the gentry has heard about Miss Vanderpoel, and what's being done at the Court, and they know what it means," said young Mrs. Doby. "And they want to see her, and find out what she's like. It's her brings them." Old Doby chuckled and rubbed his hands. He knew what she was like.
Manning was seated at a marble-topped table writing on a salmon-coloured card, in the act of pronouncing these words: "For Mr. Speaker and Mrs. Speaker and all the little Speakers, to New York and return." Mr. Speaker Doby, standing before the marble-topped table with his hands in his pockets, heard the noise behind him and turned, and a mournful expression spread over his countenance.
And suiting the action to the word, he put down a packet on the table. The Honourable Brush Bascom, accompanied by Mr. Ridout, walked to the window and stood staring at the glitter of the electric light on the snow. The Honourable Hilary gazed steadily at the table, while General Doby blew his nose with painful violence. "I'll do what I can for you, certainly, Mr. Crewe," he said.
He gets mebby easy six-shooter distance from the door, when he discerns a small cry like a fox-cub's whine. Billy listens, an' the yelp comes as cl'ar on his years as the whistle of a curlew. Billy tumbles. "'I'm a Chinaman, says Billy, 'if it ain't a kid! "So he backs off quiet an' noiseless ontil he's dead safe, an' then he lifts the long yell for 'Doby.
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