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Updated: June 19, 2025
I was in Bick's room just now with a letter to sign, and I tell you, the fur was flying all over the bally shop. There was old Bick cursing for all he was worth, and a little red-faced buffer puffing out his cheeks in an armchair. 'We all have our hobbies, said Psmith. 'Jackson wasn't saying much. He jolly well hadn't a chance. Old Bick was shooting it out fourteen to the dozen.
Lindau threw back his great old head and laughed, showing a want of teeth under his mustache. He put his hand on March's back. "This poy he was a poy den wars so gracy to pekin reading Heine that he gommence with the tictionary bevore he knows any Grammar, and ve bick it out vort by vort togeder."
But ill though he was, Tommy's sense of humour was still alive. "That doesn't matter! Oh, Bick, darling, I am so tired! And I do hope you aren't I mean, that." So, of course, she lied, and the little boy went to sleep, his hand in hers. When, an hour later, she went to her room, she found a wire from Théo, announcing their arrival in London, and in spite of herself her spirits rose.
"Been crying?" "Yes." "That bill?" "Yes, that bill, you horrid little boy. There's a long worm in your hair." Kingsmead removed the worm. "Mater been nasty?" "Beastly." "H'm. I say, Bick, I saw Ponty yesterday." Brigit, who had turned and was gazing across the lawn, looked at him without moving her head, a trick which is not at all English. "Did you, now?" "I did. He is dining here, he says.
Tommy, now completely shamefaced, took more jam and handed back his cup. "She is funny," mused Brigit. "To have so little sense of humour." "That's what I told her. But Aunt Emily says people are talking about your living alone, etc. And besides, I think she is really rather fond of you, Bick." "Oh, no, she isn't. However, M. l'Ambassadeur, you have fulfilled your mission, so be content."
Shackson, is our schoolmeister a vurkin mit spade and bick. How vas you like dat kind of vurk, Mr. Shackson?" "Never could be such a darned fool; sooner steal," answered Jackson. Duffendorf laughed until he nearly fell into the cellar. Now this talk was very offensive. I knew Mr. Jackson was defendant in a case then pending.
I don't imagine that children usually advertise for their own tutors." "But there isn't any 'usually' about me, Bick. And certainly mother isn't 'usual, nor you. And if she got a man I'd be sure to loathe him. Think of that chap Baker that she thought such a lot of. Why, he read poetry!" "Poetry isn't any worse than music, is it?" Tommy's mouth, as he smiled, was its most fawn-like. "Music!
Lindau threw back his great old head and laughed, showing a want of teeth under his mustache. He put his hand on March's back. "This poy he was a poy den wars so gracy to pekin reading Heine that he gommence with the tictionary bevore he knows any Grammar, and ve bick it out vort by vort togeder."
The wine and wassail, however, befogged his senses. Scarce had the author got into the second act of his play, when Hiffernan began to nod, and at length snored outright. Bickerstaff was embarrassed, but continued to read in a more elevated tone. The louder he read, the louder Hiffernan snored; until the author came to a pause. "Never mind the brute, Bick, but go on," cried Goldsmith.
But your manner is somewhat solemn; surely you are not thinking of marrying?" The earl's mouth broadened spasmodically, and his eyes gleamed with amusement. "I say, Bick, if you laugh at me, how on earth am I ever to get it said?" "All right. Only take some jam and don't terrify me with magnificence.
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