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Updated: June 23, 2025
"I made certain I should find you at home. Fairly floored when I discovered that you weren't. If it hadn't been for that boy, Dollops bright young button, that Dollops, Cleek; exceedingly bright, b'gad." "Yes," agreed Cleek, quietly. "Bright, faithful, and inventive." "Really? What has the young beggar invented, then?"
"Give way, Carnaby I have you by a head!" An exultant yell from Slingsby, a savage shout from Sir Mortimer a sudden, crunching thud, and the gallant sorrel is lying a twisted, kicking heap, with Captain Slingsby pinned beneath. "What, Beverley!" he cries, coming weakly to his elbow, "well ridden, b'gad! After him! The 'Rascal' 's done for, poor devil!
Here my uncle George rose up, sat down and rose again, striving for speech, while uncle Jervas smiled and dangled his eyeglass. That's done it, Jervas, that's one in the wind. A poet! Poor, poor lad. He has written some charming sonnets, and an ode to a throstle that has been much admired. Ode! B'gad! Throstle! MY UNCLE JERVAS. He trifles with paints and brushes, too, I believe?
But behind him is the sound of a floundering splash, another! and another! The air is full of shouts and cries quickly lost in the rush of wind and the drumming of galloping hoofs, and, in a while, turning his head, he sees Slingsby's "Rascal" racing close behind. "Bit of a rasper, that, b'gad!" bellows the Captain, radiant of face. "Thinned 'em out a bit, ye know, Beverley.
"I'd about as soon think of sitting down with one of my grooms as breaking bread with one of that lot; and I shall never get it out of my head that you're a gentleman going in for this sort of thing as a hobby never b'Gad! if I live to be a hundred." "I hope you will come nearer to doing that than you have to guessing the truth about me," replied Cleek, with a smile.
To-night I make an end of him and his deviltries once and for all." For a moment Anthony blinked at me in foolish amaze. "Why, Perry why, Perry!" he exclaimed. "B'gad, can this be you indeed?" And then, as if quite sobered by what he read in my face, he fell back a step, brushed hand across his eyes, peered at me again, and his slouching figure grew erect and purposeful. "Give me that pistol!"
"My dear Uncle," I exclaimed, grasping his hand, "pray trust me always to remember that I am a Vereker also." "B'gad, and there ye have it, Jervas; couldn't ha' put it better yourself!" "And pray, sirs, how is my dear and best of aunts?" At this question my uncle Jervas pursed his lips in a soundless whistle and smoothed snowy shirt-frill with caressing fingers.
And yet hum!" "And a very creditable pair o' black eyes, Jervas." "True, George! Our youth has been observing life at close quarters, it seems." "B'gad he has so, brother!" chuckled uncle George. "Tells me he's spent all his money on women!" My uncle Jervas very nearly dropped his eyeglass. "Now 'pon my everlasting " his voice failed and he gazed at me quite dumbfounded for once.
"On the contrary," continued uncle Jervas, handing me my silver-buttoned, frogged surtout, "I for one heartily concur and commend your decision in so far as concerns yourself a trifle of hardship is good for youth and should benefit you amazingly, nephew " "B'gad, yes!" nodded uncle George. "Fine thing, hardship if not too hard.
"But what are we to tell your aunt Julia?" "Nothing, sir. At the first inn I stop at I will write her fully regarding my departure and future plans " "But oh, curse it. Perry," exclaimed uncle George, fumbling for his whisker, "she'll be sure to blame us, aye, she will so, b'gad d'ye see " "Not when she reads my letter, sir.
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