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He seemed to have heard nothing, and to be only inwardly cursing the state of things revealed by the books and papers before him. Abel looked at him for a moment, and then, raising his voice, continued: "As one of the firm, I propose that we sell out the Bilbo and buy into the Canal." Not a look or movement from his father. Abel jumped up his eyes black, his face red.
I wear a bilbo by my side, as you can see. I am also somewhat quick and choleric, and warn you therefore not to do aught which I might perchance construe into a personal slight. As to my message, it was that his most worshipful the Mayor did desire to have word with you and your captains in the town-hall.
"Stand back!" cried Morton and his companions, "it was all fair play; your comrade sought a fall, and he has got it." "That is true enough," said Bothwell, as he slowly rose; "put up your bilbo, Tom. I did not think there was a crop-ear of them all could have laid the best cap and feather in the King's Life-Guards on the floor of a rascally change-house. Hark ye, friend, give me your hand."
Ere he reached him, however, he made an attempt to rise, but only to stagger and fall again. 'Curse you for a roundhead! he cried; 'you've twisted some of my tackle. I can't stand. 'I'm sorry, returned Richard, 'but why did you bare bilbo on a naked man? A right malignant you are ! 'Did I? returned Scudamore. 'You laid hands on me so suddenly! I ask your pardon.
"Come, come, father, let's be reasonable! Sinker says that the Canal will be a clear case of twenty per cent, per annum for ten years at least, and that we could afford to lose a cent or two upon the Bilbo iron to make it up, over and over again." Mr. Abel Newt threw his leg over the arm of the chair and looked at his boot. Mr. Boniface Newt threw his head around suddenly and fiercely.
Hast thou got thy bilbo? Alas! poor pilgarlic's defenceless. I'm a naked man, thou knowest; let's go back. Zoons, fear nothing, cried Friar John; I'm by thee, and have thee fast by the collar; eighteen devils shan't get thee out of my clutches, though I were unarmed. Never did a man yet want weapons who had a good arm with as stout a heart. But whither are we bound?
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