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A single eyeglass dangled from a broad, black ribbon round his neck. "One of the old school" was written all over him one of the old, autocratic school which believed that "a man should be master in his own house, b'gad!"
"So do I!" cried the Captain, springing to his feet, "but, b'gad, Dick, you do look a bit palish round the gills, y' know." "Effect of hunger and a bad night, perhaps." "Had a bad night, hey, Dick? Why, so did I," said the Captain, frowning.
"Therefore, gentlemen," pursued the Marquis, "with our host's permission, we will " "Stay a moment, Jerningham," said the Viscount, "it is only right to tell you that my friend Beverley is one with us in this, he also is a suitor for the hand of Lady Cleone." "Is he, b'gad!" exclaimed the Captain. "Dooce take me!" said the Marquis, "might have known it though.
"My dear Beverley," said he, staring down into the empty grate, "if you 're ever in need if you're ever reduced to destitution, then, in heaven's name, go quietly away and starve! Deuced unpleasant, of course, but it's sooner over, b'gad!" At this moment the smiling person reappeared at a different door, and uttered the words: "Captain Slingsby, if you please."
"Ha!" said the Captain, "well now, supposing I was a deuced good digger, a regular rasper, b'gad! I don't know what a digger earns, but let's be moderate and say five or six pounds a week. Well, what the deuce good d'you suppose that would be to me? Why, I still owe Gaunt, as far as I can figure it up, about eighty thousand pounds, which is a deuced lot more than it sounds.
"Oh, b'gad," cried the Captain, hoarsely, "don't you hear me, you over there? Hi! you in the neckcloth!" "Sir," said Barnabas, turning sharply and frowning again at the repetition of the word, "if you are pleased to allude to me, I would humbly inform you that my name is Beverley." "Oh!" exclaimed the Captain, "I see young Beverley, son of old Beverley and a devilish good name too!"
Poor old 'Rascal' 's gone, b'gad and I'm going, but prefer to go out of doors, seems more room for it somehow give me the sky to look at. Told you it would be a grand race, and b'gad, so it was! Best I ever rode or ever shall. Eh what, Beverley? No, no mustn't take it so hard, dear fellow. B'gad it might be worse, y' know.
But be patient, she's only out riding with Barbara was with you here all day, she'll be back soon be patient, she's never long away from you these days, b'gad " "No!" cried I, shuddering, "no! Don't let her come near me don't let her touch me send her away or I shall die!" "Good God!" ejaculated my uncle George, glancing about helplessly. "He's off again this cursed fever must call Julia."
"Perry," said uncle George, removing his hat to ruffle his curls, "you've heard of bears robbed of cubs, of the Hyr what's-a-name tiger " "Hyrcanian, George!" murmured uncle Jervas. "Well, they're playful pets in comparison. How is your aunt? B'gad, Perry, my lad, that's precisely the dooce of it, d'ye see!" "She she is very well, I hope?" faltered I. "Assuredly!" answered my uncle Jervas.
Only ostlers, pugilists, and such as yourself, George, would stoop to do such a thing! Oh, monstrous! No, no, Julia m'dear, you mistake; to "strip" is a term o' the "fancy" milling, d'ye see fibbing is a very gentlemanly art, assure you; I went three rounds with the "Camberwell Chicken" before I Have done with your chickens, sir B'gad, he nearly did for me naked mauleys, you'll understand. In
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