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He's very tiresome with his billing and cooing and love-sick sighing, and he worries me too much with his wearisome compositions, which have been but poor stuff up to the present. 'I at least have now got rid of him, interrupted Lauretta; 'and Teresina, how the fellow pestered me with his arias and duets you know very well. And now she began to sing a duet of my composing, which formerly she had praised very highly.
Instigation cried, "Cut along;" but the defiant smuggler was deficient in memory, and like Steeve Bilton, was reduced to scatter his concluding rhymes in prose, as "something about;" whereat jolly Butcher Billing, a reader of song-books from a literary delight in their contents, scraped his head, and then, as if he had touched a spring, carolled,
So the pair forgot Mosk and his wretched death, forgot Miss Whichello and her strange conduct, and retreated from the world into their Arcadia Paradise Elysium, in which it is best that all sensible people should leave this pair of foolish lovers. Miss Whichello had other things to think of than this billing and cooing.
Purnip smiled, and, as they walked along, painted a glowing picture of the influence to be wielded by a first-class fighting-man who refused to fight. It was a rough neighbourhood, and he recognized with sorrow that more respect was paid to a heavy fist than to a noble intellect or a loving heart. "And you combine them all," he said, patting his companion's arm. Mr. Billing smiled.
"Why, a pro couldn't ha' done better." "Such an awful example," moaned the other. "All my good work here thrown away." "Don't you believe it, sir," said Mr. Billing, earnestly. "As soon as this gets about you'll get more members than you want a'most. I'm coming back, for one." Mr. Purnip turned and grasped his hand. "I understand things now," said Mr. Billing, nodding sagely.
As an earnest of good faith, he consented, after a short struggle, to a slip of oil-cloth for the passage; a pair of vases for the front room; and a new and somewhat expensive corn-cure for Mrs. Billing. "And let's 'ope you go on as you've begun," said that gratified lady. "There's something in old Purnip after all. I've been worrying you for months for that oilcloth.
"Oh, it isn't that, it isn't that!" she would exclaim passionately. "You just don't love me, like you ought to. You just don't care. If you did I'd feel it." "Oh, Angela," he answered, "why do you talk so? Why do you carry on so? You're the funniest girl I ever knew. Now be reasonable. Why don't you bring a little philosophy to bear? We can't be billing and cooing all the time!"
There are two old women with rheumatism expecting bottles from me in the course of the afternoon." "I'll fold up the camera," said Mr. Billing, "and start at once." "Doctor," said Gallagher anxiously, "what'll I do when he starts asking me questions about the General?" "Answer him, of course," said Dr. O'Grady. "How can I, when I never heard tell of the General till to-day.
You never know what wild idea he may take into his head, or what he may let us all in for." "He's all right," said Gallagher. "Don't I tell you he's arranging with the American gentleman?" "He may be getting us all into some mess or other. You never know what the doctor will be at. He's so infernally imaginative." Mr. Billing and Dr. O'Grady had left the door of the hotel.
"I offered to go home some time ago," said the Major, "and you wouldn't let me. Now that I've heard about young Kerrigan's twins I mean to stop where I am and see what happens." "Very well, Major. Just as you like. As long as you don't upset Billing by rolling up any of those heavy jokes of yours against him I don't mind. Here we are.
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