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In fact, I have rather enjoyed it. But now you've gone too far, and in about five seconds I'm going to have the pleasure of smashing your face." Then, before we had time to do a thing, biff; and Hanigan got it squarely on the jaw. We hustled him out of there as soon as we could, but Mr. Bridegroom had all his Irish up and followed him out.
I only staggered that time and didn't quite go overboard. And don't let my gesticulations excite you. Keep your mouth shut, my friend; you're not pretty when you smile like that. As I was saying oh!... "How long was I that way, old fellow? Good thing for me that you don't know how to climb into a boat when a fellow is that way. Were you ever that way, partner? Come on like this: Biff!
The chauffeur sprang into his seat, but as he did so Shepard was upon the young officer and trying to climb into the door. Biff! Here was a chance for every ounce of accumulated ire to assert itself, and it did so, through the hardened muscles of Officer 4434's right arm. Shepard sank backward with a groan, as the taxi-cab shot forward obedient to its throttle.
Then, biff! out flashes one of her long arms, and the next thing Bloom knows his silk lid has been smashed down over his eyes. "Helb! Helb!" he squeals. "Bolice! I vill ged the bolice after you." With that he makes a break past her and goes waddlin' downstairs on the run. "Now I've done it, I reckon," says the young woman. "And that about finishes us, Timothy dear. He's after a cop."
When the plate of a coloured photograph is gone biff! all is gone. There is an end." "I will give you three louis." The Stereo-Mondaine accepted at once, lest the Monsieur should change his mind; and Vanno having taken the plate from him, he proceeded to produce others. "Nothing more, thanks unless you have any of the same lady." "No, unfortunately, Monsieur.
He's sunk his fangs in the business he's been after all his life, and now you couldn't pry it away from him with a jimmy. You know what I told you about him." "I know," said Bobby wearily. "But honestly, Biff, did you ever see me go into a game where I was a loser in the end?" "Not till this one," confessed Biff. "And this isn't the end," retorted Bobby.
Before the two other men had time to think, he was upon them and gave one a broken shoulder-blade. The other escaped. There had been no word from any of the three men which might lead to an explanation of this attack, but Bobby needed no explanation; he divined at once the source from which it came, and in the morning he sent for Biff Bates.
The mere possession of that knife wrought the great tenor's soul to gory tragedy; so much so that immediately after the third act curtain calls he rushed directly to the spot where he knew the contemptible Signor Biffo de Bates-s-s-s to be standing, and with shrill Latin imprecations flourished that keen, glistening blade before the eyes of the very much astounded Biff.
"But, if I'm forced to be a fool, I might as well have a well-finished job of it." Applerod, his poise nearly recovered, bounded into the office where Johnson sat stolidly working away, his sense of personal contentedness enhanced by the presence of Biff Bates, who sat idly upon the flat-top desk, dangling his legs and waiting for Bobby. Mr. Applerod paid no attention whatever to Mr.
White cuffs edged the sleeves of his gray business suit, and wonder of wonders! he wore a white shirt with a white collar, in which there was tied a neat bow of last wonder of all modest gray! "I suppose that costume is due to distinctly feminine influence, eh, Biff?" "Guilty as Cassie Chadwick!" replied Biff with a sheepish grin. "She's tryin' to civilize me." "Who is?" demanded Bobby.
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