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"Your lordship didn't hear it then?" faltered the butler. "You've been drinking, Bings," said the marquis, lifting his seventh glass of port. "I didn't say I heard it, my lord." "Heard what in the name of Beelzebub?" "The ghost, my lord." "The what?" shouted the marquis. "That's what they call it, my lord. It 's all along of having that wizard's chamber in the house, my lord."
'Bien Darkman's then, Bouse Mort and Ken, The bien Coves bings awast, On Chates to trine by Rome Coves dine For his long lib at last. Conversation followed; not in the thieves' dialect of the song, for that was only used in talk when unfriendly ears might be listening.
His "Whoas" and "Bings" were delivered in a husky whisper, and his equestrianism was established by action mostly of the mind, the accompanying artistry of the feet being unintelligible to the passerby. And yet, though he concealed from observation the stirring little scenes he thus enacted, a love of realism was increasing within him.
Attached thereto was another affidavit from the justice of the peace to the effect that on the date in question he had united in the holy bonds of matrimony a man and a woman who had given the names of Sadie Bings and Joshua Blank. "Well, Gottlieb," said I, "this is interesting reading, whether it be fact or fiction; but what is its significance to us?"
Chester Gates, to the young man's great indignation and annoyance; and shortly thereafter a very respectable and prosperous old family lawyer called upon us to explain that the whole matter was a mistake and that his client had never, never been married, and knew no Miss Lizzie Yarnowski, either as Sadie Bings or under any other name.
"Your lordship didn't hear it, then?" faltered the butler. "You've been drinking, Bings," said the marquis, lifting his seventh glass of port. "I didn't say I heard it, my lord." "Heard what, in the name of Beelzebub?" "The ghost, my lord." "The what?" shouted the marquis. "That's what they call it, my lord. It's all along of having that wizard's chamber in the house, my lord."
Bings dropped dead from his perch, and then, as if the scythe of the Destroyer had swung downward, and to right and left in quick succession, the close-packed mob was levelled, rank after rank, until the few survivors crept behind rocks for refuge. Instantly the atmospheric broom swept up and down the canyon and across the mountain's flanks, and the marksmen fell in bunches like shaken grapes.
There is here less of the blur of leaves than that seen in later pictures, but the same soft effect is found, and the little "bings" are the accents of light placed upon a leaf, a nymph's shoulder, or a tree-trunk. This picture was painted in 1851, when Corot had not yet developed that style which was to mark all his later work.
'Bien Darkman's then, Bouse Mort and Ken, The bien Coves bings awast, On Chates to trine by Rome Coves dine For his long lib at last. Conversation followed; not in the thieves' dialect of the song, for that was only used in talk when unfriendly ears might be listening.
"Tell me something about that wonderful fight with the mob. Did you see it?" "I did. I had got wind of what Bings intended to do while I was down at Pocotello, and I hurried up here to warn the soldiers, but unfortunately I came too late.
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