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"You do not smoke any more?" he asked. "It is a good thing to smoke." "I had forgotten," said Chayne. He filled his pipe and then took a fuse from his match-box. "No, don't waste it," cried Michel quickly before he could strike it. "I remember your fuses, monsieur." Michel struck a sulphur match and held it as it spluttered, and frizzled, in the hollow of his great hands. The flame burnt up.
Flash on flash the explosions followed each other, lighting the gloom with a wavering yellow glare, and on the terrace the gatling whirred and spluttered its slender streams of flame, while the treble crash of the chassepots roared accompaniment.
Besides, it is robbing your daughter of a great joy and a wonderful duty, if you don't mind my saying it this arranging of her own home. We have no right to do it for her." "She's asked us to do it," spluttered the big man. "Then you will have to ask her to excuse me." Mary was almost stern.
A queer, spluttering sound at first puzzled Dolores; then she made out a short, hanging fuse depending from the cask, and it spluttered as it dwindled, flinging sparks around the giant's bowed head until the point of fire seemed ready to disappear in the bung-hole. "Treasure for dogs!" roared Milo. "Divide it among thee!"
Rover made a clutch for it, but the ball slipped through his hands and landed plump on his nose. "Oh!" he cried, and disappeared from sight, but reappeared a moment later, to shake his fist at Tom. "You young rascal! You did that on purpose!" he spluttered, and brought forth his handkerchief, for his nose had begun to bleed. "Was anyone ever tormented so by three boys?"
He became almost incoherent. "God bless my soul!" he spluttered. "Have you gone mad, Burton? What's come to you since the morning? Have you changed into a blithering fool, or what?" "I think not, sir," Burton replied, gravely. "I don't exactly remember for the moment," he went on with a slight frown.
Then the fun began. "Going to be good?" Silvey looked desperately up at the handful of snow held high above his head. "Look, here, Fletch don't you wash my face, don't you " "Going to be good?" asked John again. His answer was a wrench for freedom. Thud, came a soft mass down on Bill's nose and open mouth. He spluttered and rolled over desperately, trying to throw John from his vantage point.
"Whewiff!" went the water in the man's face, and all over his new suit, that he had put on to wear to the circus. "Oh, my!" cried the man. "What happened?" and he spluttered and stuttered and gurgled. "What happened?" he asked, as he backed away and wiped the water from his face.
A voice answered, but so distant and so faint that he could only catch an incoherent noise and exclaimed: "Speak louder! What is it? Who are you?" The voice spluttered out a few syllables that seemed to astound him. "Hullo!" he said. "I don't understand. Please repeat what you said. Who is it speaking?" "Don Luis Perenna," was the answer, more distinctly this time.
But I'm talling ye, I simply will noat go to his house to put up with a wheen damned insults!" he puffed in angry recollection. "To tell the truth," said Wylie, "I don't like to call upon Gourlay either. I'm aware of his eyes on my back when I slink beaten through his gate, and I feel that my hurdies are wanting in dignity!" "Huh!" spluttered Brodie, "that never affects me.
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