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Then like the sword of Damocles the bessemer voice of Pepperill severed the general atmosphere of amiability: "Where did you get that dog?" Mr. Appleboy looked round helplessly, distress pictured in every feature. "My wife's aunt lent it to us." "How did she come to lend it to you?" "Bashemath wrote and asked for it." "Oh! Did you know anything about the dog before you sent for it?"
Mr Appleboy went up to have a look at them, ordered the cutter to be hove to, and then went down to finish his allowance of gin-toddy. At twelve o'clock, the yacht Arrow made the Portland lights, and continued her course, hardly stemming the ebb tide. Day broke, and the horizon was clear.
Appleboy went up to have a look at them, ordered the cutter to be hove-to, and then went down to finish his allowance of gin-toddy. At twelve o'clock the yacht Arrow made the Portland lights, and continued her course, hardly stemming the ebb tide. Day broke, and the horizon was clear.
'Yes, drawled Smith, 'but it's not my watch; it was my first watch; and just now it struck one bell. 'You'll keep the middle watch, then, Mr. Smith, said Mr. Appleboy, who was not a little put out; 'and, Mr. Tomkins, let me know as soon as it's daylight. Boy, get my bed made. Salt water, by all that's blue! However, we'll see to that to-morrow morning. Mr. Appleboy then turned in; so did Mr.
The defendant Appleboy had maliciously procured a savage dog of the most vicious sort and loosed it upon the innocent complainant as he was on his way to work, with the result that the latter had nearly been torn to shreds. It was a horrible, dastardly, incredible, fiendish crime, he would expect them to do their full duty in the premises, and they should hear Mr.
He was manifestly friendly, merely a bit cloudy in the cerebellum. The Abyssinian brother pulled him sharply by the coat tails. "Sit down," he whispered hoarsely. "You're gumming it all up." "I didn't sic Andrew on him!" protested Appleboy. "But I say, why shouldn't he have?" demanded the baby's editor. "That's what anybody would do!" Pepperill sprang frantically to his feet. "Oh, I object!
"But who is Andrew?" asked Mr. Tutt. "Andrew is a dog," said Tutt, "who bit one Tunnygate, and now the Grand Jury have indicted not the dog, as it is clear from your historical disquisition they should have done, but the dog's owner, Mr. Enoch Appleboy." "What for?" "Assault in the second degree with a dangerous weapon." "What was the weapon?" inquired Mr. Tutt simply. "The dog."
Tunnygate the remarks with which this story opens, the latter insolently replied in words, form or substance that Mr. Appleboy could go to hell. Moreover, as he went by Mr. Appleboy he took pains to kick over a clod of transplanted sea grass, nurtured by Mrs. Appleboy as the darling of her bosom, and designed to give an air of verisimilitude to an otherwise bare and unconvincing surface of sand.
"Huh!" retorted the latter contemptuously. "You!" Mr. Appleboy went inside the shack and banged the door. Mrs. Appleboy was peeling potatoes in the kitchen-living room. "I can't stand it!" he cried weakly. "He's driving me wild!" "Poor lamb!" soothed Mrs. Appleboy, peeling an interminable rind. "Ain't that just a sweetie? Look! It's most as long as your arm!"
Tomkins tasted; but, like the lieutenant, he had made it very stiff; and, as he had also taken largely before, he was, like him, not quite so clear in his discrimination. 'It has a queer twang, sir; Smith, what is it? Smith took up his glass, tasted the contents. 'Salt water, drawled the midshipman. 'Salt water! so it is, by heavens! cried Mr. Appleboy.
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