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"I'll have you arrested, the pair of you, you b-b-big brutes," sobbed the erring soul. "No, his mouth is too pretty and too weak." Martin shook his head lugubriously. "I'm afraid I've numbed my hand in vain. The young man cannot reform. He will become eventually a very great and successful newspaper man. He has no conscience. That alone will make him great."
"B-b-bet you it's a w-w-woppin' b-b-big fish!" ejaculated Toby. "Keep on running!" snapped Max. "He needs help, and in a hurry, too!" This sort of talk amazed both the others. So far as they could see Steve stood there quite alone.
"She'd be the last they'd choose on account of the b-b-bad luck Vestals of her family have had;" Flexinna reminded her. "The very name suggests disgrace. Anyhow, she's in Baiae with her p-p-people." "Rentulana," came the next conjecture. "Has a b-b-big wen on the side of her head," Flexinna proclaimed. "Numledia?" came next. "You've lost your memory, Brinnaria," said Flexinna, severely.
But that is not the way of the rest of them, thank Fortune! And so Pepeeta gathers them in! Strange fish g-g-get into her net, Davy. Back there in your own little t-t-town she caught some of your long-faced old Quakers, b-b-big fellows with broad-brimmed hats, drab coats and ox eyes, regular meetin'-goers! And there was that little d-d-dove-eyed girl. What was it she wanted to know, P-P-Pepeeta?
"T-t-try the b-b-big wagon doors, fellows!" whooped Bluff. They did, but with no more success than had attended their puny efforts against the smaller exit. Those who had been at work while they talked must have done a good job, for the big doors were utterly immovable. "Do we have to stay in here until morning?" wailed Andy Flinn, in mock despair.
I'm goin' to be a big man and and do things," he observed, after a prolonged meditation. "How big? What things?" "Oh! Big as they g-g-grow. Big as the postmaster. B-b-big as Sq-Sq-Squ-Squire Petti john. I'm goin' to be either a s-s-sailor, or maybe P-P-Pr-President." "If you're President you'll be a a, what is it they call them? Politicalers, I guess," returned the girl.
"It was v-v-v-very thoughtful of y-y-you, but I couldn't feel it! It is f-f-four sizes too b-b-big! Why didn't you get number eight? You are silent, you cannot answer, enough?"
He was en-c-couraged by ole King Custis, f-f-father of our Daniel Custis, of Prencess Anne, who was a b-b-big man fur the Establish Church an' d-dispised the Methodies. It was a cowardly thing to do, but while King C-C-Custis laughed and talked a' durin' of the p-p-preachin', Eb-b-b-benezer Johnson started a fight. The preacher c-c-cut his eye and saw who was a w-w-winkin' at the interference.
He was about to go away, when she burst out crying, and sobbed out the following words, wet with salt brine: "It was v-v-v-very thoughtful of y-y-you, but I couldn't feel it! It is f-f-four sizes too b-b-big! Why didn't you get number eighteen? You are silent, you cannot answer, enough!"
"She's got a b-b-big purple birthmark on her neck." "Magnonia," Brinnaria proposed. "She's far away, in Britain, with her father and mother; might as well be out of the world." Brinnaria was at a loss. She meditated. "Gavinna!" she said at last. "She has a bad squint and you know it," laughed Flexinna. "Why don't you think of an eligible c-c-candidate?"
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