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"I never dispute upon cabbage with the son of a cucumber," said the fly-breeder, alluding to the pedigree of his antagonist; who, impatient of the affront, started up with fury in his looks, exclaiming, "'Sdeath! meaning me, sir?"
"My dear uncle, don't tantalize me so: pray tell it me; it shall be a secret." "No, boy, no: it will corrupt thee; besides, it will do poor Sid's memory no good. But, 'sdeath, it was a most wonderfully shrewd saying, i' faith, it was. But, zounds, Morton, I forgot to tell you that I have had a letter from the Abbe to-day." "Ha! and when does he return?"
He covered his face, as if unable to endure her glance. "Did you but know how I loved you even in those days, in secret you would perhaps pity me a little," he whimpered. "Pity?" She leaned forward and seemed to spit the word at him. "'Sdeath, man! Do you sue for pity you?" "Yet you must pity me did you know the greatness of the temptation to which I succumbed."
"Nay, my lord, I would refute the idea of safety in my Lady Constance." "'Sdeath, what meanest thou; art thou also turned from serving me?" "My lord, dost remember the night thou didst have dancers from London?
Birth, Morton, what the devil does that signify so long as it is birth in another country? A foreign damsel, and a Spanish girl, too, above all others! 'Sdeath, man, as if there was not quicksilver enough in the English women for you, you must make a mercurial exportation from Spain, must you! Why, Morton, Morton, the ladies in that country are proverbial. I tremble at the very thought of it.
Oh, beware that you lead not others to guess that which they know not!" "Ha!" said Elizabeth, pausing as if a new train of thought had suddenly shot across her brain. "Burleigh, thou art right thou art right anything but disgrace anything but a confession of weakness anything rather than seem the cheated, slighted 'sdeath! to think on it is distraction!"
'Sdeath, since we had left college, they had learned a little of the wisdom I had then possessed; they were not disposed to give something for nothing; they had younger brothers, and cousins, and mistresses, and, for aught I know, children to provide for. Besides, they had their own expenses; the richer a man is, the less he has to give.
I am a vice-admiral, monsieur; is not that as much as to say that I think no more of fighting a duel than of smoking a cigar? Why, in my time, no two young men could be intimate till they had seen the color of their blood! But 'sdeath, sir, last evening, sailor-like, I had taken a drop too much grog on board, and I ran you down.
Drank between us one evening at Essex's gallon and half Champagne and Burgundy apiece. He got to know too much, y' know," he concluded, with a wicked wink. "Had to buy him up pack him off." "His name, Fred?" said Comyn, with a smile at me. "'Sdeath! That's it. Trouble to remember. Damned if I can think." And he repeated this remark over and over. "Allen?" said Comyn.
The husband came; I leave you to imagine how love's conflict sped. "'Ha! I've missed my aim! said she. "''Sdeath, my dear! I replied, 'then spare your powder. You would earn a good living in the army with that artillery. "It was my wife." "Ha! ha! ha!" went the clerks. And they roared with laughter, holding their sides and complimenting their host. "Did you ever hear a better story, Viscount?"
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