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"Well, sir," said the soldier diffidently, "it's like this, sir, my pal Jarsper and me, 'aving heard of of your altered circumstances, sir, wishes it to be understood as once your pals, ever your pals, come shine, come rain.
'No! sez 'e, and 'ere's me vith vun eye a-going into mourning, and 'im vith a lump on 'is nob like a noo-laid egg!" "'E's game though, Jarsper," said the benevolent giant. "Game! I believe you, Corp!" nodded Mr. Shrig. "Run! I sez. 'No! sez 'e. 'Then v'ot vill you do? sez I. 'Make them! sez 'e. Game? Lord love me, I should say so!" Here, seeing Barnabas sit upright, Mr.
But half-way down the list of B's his glance was suddenly arrested, his hands clenched themselves, and he grew rigid in his chair staring wide-eyed at a certain name. In a while he closed the little book, yet sat there very still, gazing at nothing in particular, until the voice of the Corporal roused him somewhat. "A wonderful man, my comrade Jarsper, sir?" "Yes," said Barnabas absently.
If so, then who and what had they supposed me?" "Arter that theer kidnappin', an' me 'avin' laid out Sir Jarsper Trent accordin' to yer order." Sir Jasper Trent! I stopped stock still in the road. Sir Jasper Trent! At last I remembered the name that had eluded me so persistently. Remembered it?
"Disguises, p'raps!" said the fellow, with a sly leer, "arter that theer kidnappin' an' me 'avin' laid out Sir Jarsper Trent, in Wych Street, accordin' to your orders, my lord, the Prince give me word to 'clear out' cut an' run for it, till it blow'd over; an' I thought, p'raps, knowin' as you an' 'im 'ad 'ad words, I thought as you 'ad 'cut stick' too "
Shrig, exhaling a vast cloud of smoke, "afore I go on to tell you about this 'ere murder as I'm a-vaiting for, I must show ye my little reader." Here Mr. Shrig thrust a hand into his pocket, then his pipe shivered to fragments on the stone floor and he started up, mouth agape and eyes staring. "Lord, Jarsper!" cried the Corporal, "what is it, comrade?"
'I am ready, Mister Jarsper. Let the old 'uns come out if they dare, when we go among their tombs. My spirit is ready for 'em. 'Do you mean animal spirits, or ardent? 'The one's the t'other, answers Durdles, 'and I mean 'em both. He takes a lantern from a hook, puts a match or two in his pocket wherewith to light it, should there be need; and they go out together, dinner-bundle and all.
'They don't show, you see, the old uns don't, Mister Jarsper! 'It would be a more confused world than it is, if they could. 'Well, it WOULD lead towards a mixing of things, Durdles acquiesces: pausing on the remark, as if the idea of ghosts had not previously presented itself to him in a merely inconvenient light, domestically or chronologically.
There ain't a man in London as can brew a glass o' rum-punch like the Corp, though 'e 'as only got vun 'and. And now, Corporal Dick, afore ve begin, three steamers." "Ay, for sure, Jarsper!" said the Corporal; and opening a small corner cupboard he took thence three new pipes and a paper of tobacco. "Will you smoke, sir?" he inquired diffidently of Barnabas.
'What do you suspect me of, Mister Jarsper? he asks, with drunken displeasure. 'Let them as has any suspicions of Durdles name 'em. 'I've no suspicions of you, my good Mr. Durdles; but I have suspicions that my bottle was filled with something stiffer than either of us supposed.
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