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"You are mistaken, sir," replied Dr. Morgan. "It is not the captain who speaks here, it is his liver. Liver, sir, though a noble, is an imaginative organ, and indulges in the most extraordinary fictions. Seat of poetry and love and jealousy the liver. Never believe what it says. You have no idea what a liar it is! But ahem ahem. Cott I think I've seen you before, sir.
The wheels struck a rise in the ground, and he waved his hands in impotent excitement, and then rushed at Jimmie, exposing to the horrified little machinist the full ghastliness of that red cavern running blood. Jimmie tried his magic formula: "Botteree Normb Cott."
"But others," she said, "will be found less scrupulous." * Camden, p. 538. Strype, vol. iii. p. 375, 376. MS. in the Advocates' Library, A. 3. 28, p. 17, from the Cott. Lib. Calig. c. 9. Biog. Brit. p. 1625, 1627.
This time, a man, whose face, even seen by the starlight, was much flushed, presented himself at the threshold. "Mr. Morgan!" exclaimed the curate, in benevolent alarm; no illness here, I hope?" "Cott! it is you, Mr. Dale! Come in, come in; I want a word with you. But who the teuce are these people?" "Sir," said Mark, pushing through the doorway, "my name is Fairfield, and my wife is Mr.
But I forget. Cott! what can I do for the orphan?" "Well, sir," said Leonard, rising, "Heaven will give me strength to support her." The doctor looked at the young man attentively. "And yet," said he, in a gentler voice, "you, young man, are, by your account, a perfect stranger to her, or were so when you undertook to bring her to London. You have a good heart, always keep it.
The look, which was very eloquent, aroused yet more the traveller's spleen. "Pleasant!" said he. "Cott! I suppose you will ask me to go outside next! But people who travel in a coach should know the law of a coach. I don't interfere with your window; you have no business to interfere with mine." "Sir, I did not speak," said Mr. Digby, meekly. "But Miss here did."
The regular work of the station opened this year encouragingly. A general quickening followed, and by mid-winter there had been half a score of conversions. Mrs. Maggie N. Van Cott, who had been engaged for a year to assist us, now came to our help.
His cry was more dismal and heartshaking than even that with which the man Kennedy had terrified the ship; he caught hold of a backstay, and sank to the bulwark rail, as though handsomely lowered away in a bowline. "'By Cott! he roared, flinging down his cap, whilst those who peered close saw that he trembled violently, 'der toyfel is on boardt dis ship. I have seen her mit mine eyes.
Here, before long, he was able to sit up, and to be wheeled out into the sunshine, and to discover the unguessed raptures of convalescence the amazing continuous appetite, the amazing continuous supply of good things to eat and drink; the bliss of looking at trees and flowers, and listening to the singing of birds, and telling other people how you rode out on a motor-cycle to look for "Botteree Normb Cott" what the hell was that, anyhow? and ran into the whole Hun army, and held it up for a couple of hours, and won the battle of Chatty Terry all alone!
The coach only stopped a quarter of an hour. "Cott!" said he, angrily, to himself, "the nux was a failure. My sensibility is chronic. I must go through a long course to get rid of it. Hollo, guard! get out my carpet-bag. I sha'n't go on to-night." And the good man after a very slight supper went upstairs again to the sufferer. "Shall I send for Dr.
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